Mentalis
The mentalis is a paired central muscle of the lower lip, situated at the tip of the chin. It originates from the mentum and inserts into the chin soft tissue. The primary effect of the mentalis contraction is the upward-inward movement of the soft tissue complex of the chin, which raises the central portion of the lips in turn. In the setting of lip incompetence (the upper and lower lips do not touch each other at rest), the mentalis muscle contraction can bring temporary but strained oral competence.
In conjunction with orbicularis contraction, the mentalis muscle allows the lips to "pout." Externally, mentalis contraction causes wrinkling of the chin skin, as used in expressions of doubt or displeasure. It is sometimes referred to as the "pouting muscle."
Geniospasm is a genetic movement disorder of the mentalis muscle.
Additional images
Outer surface of mandible. Mentalis is indicated by the red circle at left.
Outer surface of mandible. Mentalis is indicated by the red circle at left.
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by Mandalas
The More I Try
by: MandalasIf I, I would have to climb the highest mountains for you,
I would do, yes I'd do, I'd walk through desserts and valleys and to prove,
to prove my love is all yours, it's my charge maybe sometimes
You stay every day in your place, waiting for me and
and digging my hole, and sinking my joy and before I should know, no,no
No one changes, why I am so selfish, it's done
You're wasting my patience and now
you shout me, you cry to me, you don't understand it's too late: i'm gonna leave you baby
The more I try to give you, the more you want
I gave you all and my love
There's nothing to do at all
If I, I would have to climb the highest mountains for somebody again, I don't know, lord I don't know, maybe I'd walk through desserts and valleys to be only a castaway, I'd walk, walk along by the highways
Your messages, your phone calls won't change the end of the song
The more I try to give you, the more you want
I gave you all and my love
There's nothing to do at all
What can I do...
What can I do...
What can I do...
What can I do...
And you can call me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, your messages won't change the end of this sad song