The melancholy death of sick girl

Hay días en los que me miro en el espejo y sólo veo lágrimas y sangre. Ojalá pudiera dar tres golpes en el suelo con el tacón izquierdo y desaparecer para siempre. Pocos iban a notar mi ausencia. Y ojalá pudiera llevarme conmigo a esos pocos.

"No one's gonna make it happen sick girl
no one's gonna do a thing for you
don't you realise you don't belong here
No one's gonna do your thing for you
No one's gonna make it happen sick girl
No one's gonna play the game for you
don't you realise you don't belong here
No one's gonna do your thing for you
And I woke up
and he was there
oh! This life is over now
I don't need death
I need light
sick girl"