DollHouse: Room 2 - You are weird

Non parlavo, mi chiamavano strano, la cosa non sembrava ferirmi ma piuttosto attraversarmi, e anche se non sapevo dove andare non rimasi li a lungo.

Potevo farmi a pezzi e decompormi, o cambiare forma e reinventare la mia storia. E stavo cambiando infatti.. ma non parlavo ancora.

Un giorno a caso, non ricordo quando, mi svegliai volando, e risalendo su una tela, scalai il collo di bottiglia della mia metamorfosi incompleta.

I didn't speak, they called me strange, it didn't seem to hurt me but rather go through me, and even if I didn't know where to go, I didn't stay there for long.

I could tear myself apart and break up or change shape and reinvent my story. And I was changing.. but I still didn't speak.

A day, I don't remember when, I woke up flying, and climbing up on a canvas, I climbed the bottleneck of my incomplete metamorphosis.