A girl smiles,
cries inside.
Says: Everything is okay,
a scream inside of her: Help!
Stupified she walks on the road,
a happy wave as hi.
At home she pinch her head into a pillow,
he turns off her mask.
Unvisible, yes, that for sure,
nobody can know it.
Paralysed of this pain,
she turns around again.
She's looking in the mirror,
and she's wondering.
Why does she feel like this?
Why is she so unhappy?
Scars on her wrists,
the knife supports her.
He will always be with her,
untill' she gives up.
And that is ... now.
P.s: Hoop dat het engels een beetje klopt. [a]