Mia Sorella

My sister who blindly trusts people,
my sister, the more love she earns, the more she spends,
she calls...mulls it over and blames herself.
My sister would have had a child at 17,
my sister who wakes up late from her dreams
and then calls...mulls it over...she doesn't wait for princes,
with lips like cream caramel and her loneliness....!
My sister is crazy and eats, the more she eats, the more she is alone
then she locks herself in the bathroom, turns on the water and puts a finger down her throat.
My sister resembles me and I know what she feels
because my sister doesn't fit in this world.
She wants to be right, she wants to win, she wants to be sure
because my sister is strong only when she's scared,
so she calls...mulls it over, she doesn't know how beautiful she is
but her face only lights up at night at the refrigerator!!!!
My sister talks, talks and doesn't let a word be said,
she laughs only out of spite and only crying consoles her...
My sister plays goalie on a beach that seems like yesterday sometimes she's still a child with floaties!!!!!!!
But my sister is mine...and one day she'll fall in love
and then who will I argue with and who will I miss?!!
Yes, my sister is mine....
My sister....my sister...
My sister is tired and eats, the more she eats, the more she is alone,
then she locks herself in the bathroom and I wait for her with a heart in my throat,
My sister who throws words and slippers at me
but then wants goodnight kisses.....!!!!