There was a little girl..

She looked in the mirror
with caution not to break it
'casue her moves made the wind go hazy
'cause she was clumsy and slow

She told to herself
"Today never happend"
and with a fake knowing smile
she went and hid from the light

And she cried again
like she hadn't in a while
since she was a little doll
since she had her brain in her soul



And so she smiled
sitting in her chair
looking at her place
inside the house of lies

She held tight to her insides
wondering if by one's tears
one could drown

She thought to her notes
how the future shows to the ones with eyes
and how she can say she has seen
and the future scares her to the point of screams

Because she saw a girl
sitting in a chair
singing herself to sleep
alone

And alone wasn't sweet
it smelled like death
and hurt like people knows how.
Alone tried to kill her

And so, too scare to move
she sat in a chair
rocking to front and back
thinking "if the future comes
it will find me here"

Wearing blood red wine in her veins
with crystal in her eyes
and stars in the soles of her shoes
she sat.

Pic by Waldo Savedra - Camila