• She looks like someone with a broken pride,
    Like she has been killed.

    She used to be so happy,
    Smiling all the time.

    She´s still smiling when she is with others,
    But only with her mouth.

    When she´s alone she´s crying,
    And listening to sad music.

    When she takes a walk she thinks:
    "I don´t want others to worry"

    She looks like she´s strong,
    But she is weak and afraid.

    You pass a mirror.

    You pass her.

    She looks like someone with a broken pride,
    Like she has been killed.
    Have you seen her?