The fall

She always saw herself into the mirror
To see if she found something beautiful

In *that face so familiar and strange
So loved and so hated
Filled with security and wrapped up by insecurities
Cover with mistery and touched by vulgarity
Relax and tense*

Eyes that dark and deep as the ocean
And even so with a wound marked by emptiness
And brightness that blind her to follow
The way in front of her feet

*Chorus

She´s paralysed in front of that mirror that makes her cry
That individual material that gets her to take out all of her frustration
Until being itself who suffer under a punch and fall to pieces, thousand of pieces
Scattered by the floor and she incredulous thing watching that her hand
Was who made her see herself, in thousand different little pieces of mirror

*Chorus

Her look is lost somewhere over the dusk
Her skin shiver as if she´s freezing
Though outside the kid´s ice are melting
She picked up a piece of mirror, touching the cool floor of bathroom
Lying on her knees by the sudden weakness that her legs felt
She fondled her face with that sharpen thing
And mixxed the tears with blood
Don´t feeling the pain of the open flesh, of the tears emanated
She didn´t felt fear of the hole in which she was jumping in
And that sharp sorrow was disappearing instead…