I look in the mirror and see her face.
She\’s the queen of sadness and loneliness.
She knows all things about myself.
I feel that I am her favorite slave.
I…I look in the mirror and see her face.
She\’s the queen of sadness and loneliness.
She knows all things about myself.
I feel that I am her favorite slave.
I want to help her get over the glass.
I saved her, but she betrayed my trust.
Now I took her place and she\’s gone free.
But how could it be that she is me?
(15-16.10.2014)
