She was there always walking on that stage She was there, admiration and desire The whole world, the whole world in her hands. But then it started sliding away as grains of sand in an hourglass, as the dirty blood now flowing in her clogged veins. Time always wins and washes everything away. Now she’s not smiling anymore, no more dancing through the air. She deceived herself day by day. Sitting, she only waits for her slow decay and yet again she walks down the street as if it was the stage, but there’s no more admiration, no more desire, as they walk through her as she was a ghost. Now she’s not smiling anymore, no more dancing through the air. She deceived herself day by day, for way too long. And I wonder how she can still get up still wearing that pretty dress. Every day, in her own world, whose walls speak of gone memories and illusions. Every day, in her own world.