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 hеr tears to be buried

Far away whеre 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