Gare Du Nord Testo

This is the place where she existedYes existed, 'cause she didn't live
No more ideals left
No mind of her own
Only underwear and a stained sheet
There were times when she could make them bleed
Make them crawl and beg for more
But that was then when she still smiled
A living doll in a pink decor
She didn't remember the reason why
She didn't remember how to stop
Not to feel the pain
Not to cry
To strip was easier than to open up
This is the place where she used to die
Now she's gone and forgotten
Somebody else is now faking the cries
And is also slowly rotting
The house near the Gare du Nord
Takes and takes but never gives
The house near the Gare du Nord
Leads its life but never lives