I look in the mirror,
I talk to me,
I comb my hair
so quietly.
No flesh, no bones,
no heart,
no ties,
just moving slow
with empty eyes.
Like a body walking,
day by day,
like a silent robot
finding its way.
I talk to me,
I comb my hair
so quietly.
No flesh, no bones,
no heart,
no ties,
just moving slow
with empty eyes.
Like a body walking,
day by day,
like a silent robot
finding its way.
