Again I’m failing to write a quiz

You say that is a disease

I only wrote my name on it and nothing more

You told me that behind my name is an empty shore

 

I want to be prettier than everyone else

I want the color in my eyes to be dense

I want melancholy instead of depression

And I want a wholly different perception

 

I want my skin to be darker on my back

I want to have a colored marker instead of black

I want my soul to be a bit cleaner

I no more want to be a sinner