Looking at myself in the mirror...
Oh, another imperfect day
I just wanna run, far away
and make my pale nails red
People say I should try another way
instead of making Heaven mine
Prisoned in a bubble...
I can touch the broken glasses throught my hips
They go on burning...
and burning
Burning to wear a 32
In my hips, I'm looking for my Diva
But my Diva has just left
I'm dancing in the prison while my forehead is crying
Burning between flames
my nervous smile breaks
And tears fight to get a choice
and call my name
Shouting for letting me free
"Oh, you shouldn't eat so much!"
[...]
"Girl, you'd better try to disappear!"
[...]
"Oh, put your fucking body on fire!"
[...]
"Girl, better imagine you're not real!"
[...]
Does beauty lie in the end?
I carry on dancing until losing my mind
I wish I could release myself
from the noisy danger that lives in my head:
"Oh, put your fucking body on fire!"
Maybe I'm crazy
But my shouting body begs me to open my eyes:
"Make your tears stop, you know the truth,
you can be yourself and become Fire!"
That's enough
Heaven is mine
Perhaps it will be an imperfect day
but the day when I lost my mind
has already come to an end
Burning my shouting body to make the devils regret.
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