Corto: Espacio y limites

Coso... un corto sobre espacio para la facu (o universidad o lo q verga se imaginen que mierda sea).

Los subs no se ven bien, asi que pongo la "traduccion":

She was made of tears – sweet sad girl.
Tears made of self enjoyment, truth and lies.
Claustrophobic sociability.
Acid nights in an acid tongue.
This girl needs to bright,
But the night just keeps pulling her down.
Down memories, down the throat.
Slippery tongue, and then she asks us why.
Bad-good girl that keeps on dreaming under the sky.
She’s not over - but she’s over the line.
The night – wet dance floor where she would like to cry.
She couldn’t been mother.
She was never a child.
Her moves were hypnotizing to the numb that she ever liked.
She was an angel that anyone could reach.
Dont make me slip, let me slide.
Tainted blood its not your fault.