She doesn’t need a creator Nor a Salvatore Never need anyone That can make things batter
Here she is with her open body Here she is with her open soul She wore a mask that everyone can study But inside she is a frustrated little doll Sometimes she wants to be caressed Sometimes she wants to be hated Other time she wants her tears to be buried Far away where her fears are cursed, cursed
She wants to run naked through the rain She wants to be clean to feel no pain
She is talking to the clouds She is begging the sky The words die in her mouth And she wants to die
Now, now you’re sleeping No pain, no regrets, no speaking Now! Now, now you’re dreaming No thoughts, no words without meaning
Her only wish is to escape Her dream is to see what else she can take To find in this mass an empty place To be alone in her own space, in her own space,
She is talking to the clouds She is begging the sky The words die in her mouth And she wants to die