Purple Lipstick

And when I looked into the mirrow a relaxed face beams at me But it didnt come from me It was foreign but also so familier - the girl who stood in my mirrow She sees how my eyes cant believe it and my skin loses colour And I see her Her big quite eyes, her round face and her purple lips There is no sound in our cheap looks Im just hearing my constantly faster getting breath and the scream in my head wishing all this would find his end She just looks at me and nothing more Nevertheless my lungs are pleading for fresh air, my ears for a new melody and my eyes for someone else