She's so sick of never being beautiful enough. Never being stronger, or better.
She's sick of going home everyday, and wishing she was someone else.
For once she wants to look in the mirror and be happy for what she sees back.
She's so sick of everyone telling her "You can do so much better than that."
Maybe she can't? And people talking behind her back. Yeah well she found out.
She's sick of people bringing her down and telling her that she isn't good enough.
But I guess all she really wants, is to be more than second best.
She smokes like there's no tomorrow, she says it makes her feel alive. She drinks her wine like water cause she feels dry inside. She drives her car like it's a bullet, she says that time is slipping away. She never thinks about her future, it's a million miles away.
"Du bist stark ... wie oft hatte sie schon diesen abscheulichen Satz gehört, der angeblich ein Kompliment sein sollte? Du bist stark .. Diese verfluchten Worte verfolgten sie, aber sie wollte nichts von dieser Bewunderung wissen, die ihr den Hals zuschnürte. Du bist stark ... Deswegen bist du in der Lage, alle Hindernisse zu überwinden, und man kann alles von dir verlangen, dir alles aufbürden..."