Where did she go.. She, who loved herself,laughed,
Wanted to give and receive so much?
Where did she go with her dreams, her hope, her nonsenses,
her life joy, her death joy?
Where did she go, girl in the mirror, where can I search for her,
where can I find her, How can I hold her..
I can't
I try to escape
But I can't
I'm used to it, maybe I just can't live without it.
It would be strange if on a day Love and Happiness would knock on my door and would ask me if they may get in.
The pain kills me, overdrive me, violate me and sucks me out,
but with and by the pain I survive,
and the girl in the mirror too.