A pretty tale

My doll is sleeping

And I don’t know how to wake her up,

I don’t know how long she’s been like this,

and I don’t really know how she went from being the most radiant sun

 to only being a little girl who dreams of never opening her eyes.

She’s not responding to me

I don’t know what is happening,

I don’t know how to help her

and I don’t understand why she’s still thinking

about carrying the world’s weight all on her own.

I don’t know if it would be okay to wake her up...

Maybe she’s much happier there, in that dream

maybe she’s able to fly there and remembers absolutely nothing,

maybe there she’s able to smile and runs without fearing her heart will stop her.

How do you light up a star that lost its light from crying so much?

The sky is mourning,

hell has won a battle against it,

her eyes got lost in between those eyelids,

There is nothing illuminating my house any longer.

My doll is sleeping

and I don’t know if it’s okay to wake her up.

I sing to her at night so she comes back,

To tell her I need her,

To ask for forgiveness for not taking care of her,

I saw her being strong,

but I didn’t count with the fact that the world

cannot stand so much magic. 

My doll is sleeping, and she might never wake up...

Nobody stands so many heartbreaks

How do you ask an angel to wake up if her wings were taken off her?

I sent you to Sodoma without an armour and 

you came out alive...

But how do I ask you to live again?