I am a woman who has a thousand friends
and I don't call any one of them.
I am a woman who cleans in panic
and I don't ask anyone to visit.
I am a woman who strokes
a cardboard wall next to her nightly.
I think that what if I never woke up
who'd find me?
I get up alone in the morning, I go back to work
but I get nothing done
I go home alone, think about what to eat
but I don't cook anything anyway.
I plan to leave everything
I cry a little but I open the tv
And that's how I forget that all this repeats itself
every day again
again
I am a woman who is always busy
always busy to get away.
And I don't say I'm unhappy
when I got everything I could wish for.
But I am a woman, who gets silent smiles
and it makes me afraid
that every one knows that I don't belong anywhere
that I don't call anyone.
Once again I get up alone, I go back to work
There's something stuck in my throat
I go home alone, I think about what to eat
Maybe I should go straight to bed.
I plan to leave everything
I cry a little but I open the tv
And that's how I forget that all this repeats itself
every day again
again