As she walked inside herself Her eyes filmed over and over And the heart was full of the horror She saw her demons and talked to everyone Some came and other went away She should want to be alone Until a huge storm come down Yes she would like to be alone But the dark storm made the little girl cry... Maybe her hope will go on Who cares... who cares... 'cause is not easy to be who she really is While the mirror draws some scars around her kiss She knows that everything is wrong A child can understand that But she's not a child With a gun in her hands Sick of it all she gets another trend Now driving her car she's seeking for the only truth I wonder how her thoughts can be so weird and cruel (and she Says) Yes i still believe in you And i'm still forsaking hell 'cause you are my other self...