Why should i be compared
to someone I'm not...
To see her now is such a big contrast
Since many a year have long ago passed...
Bloody bruises are created upon young skin...
a fragile little girl slices into her flesh for...
This is my battle,
This is my life...
Im just a Girl
I have feelings too...
My beloved Portugal
It was love at first sight...
I wish i could cry
it's been years since I have...
And I, the protector of the covers.
Wished it gone for one hundred mothers...
Nothing to push, nothing to sell,
No wringing hands, just ring the bells...
A new cell excited to breathe
Full of passion, emotions, needs...
Maybe things would be better if
I had a time machine...
Fake smiles and plastered on skin,
Hiding the person from within...