Tears of woe,
a saddened face,
not wanting to show,
what is written in lace.
She wears a mask,
so all you see is her smile.
She has a dark task,
lets hope she'll live a while.
Will she die today?
Or is she just an illusion?
She can't find her way,
but shows no sign of confussion.
Her tears flow like blood,
as she slashes her pain,
the red liquid moving in a flood,
tears falling like rain.
She stares at her cracked reflection,
her eyes screaming but still dull and empty.
In her mind she's lost with no direction,
the mirror painting perfect colors of symetry.
She stands under the stars,
as they twinkle in the sky.
Wanting to be safe in her mother's arms.
So she stands there trying not to cry.
Everyday she sits there,
no one will ever see,
no one will ever care,
that she's not who she wants to be.
So listen,
and try to comprehend.
When you see her eyes glisten,
the darkness will end.
a saddened face,
not wanting to show,
what is written in lace.
She wears a mask,
so all you see is her smile.
She has a dark task,
lets hope she'll live a while.
Will she die today?
Or is she just an illusion?
She can't find her way,
but shows no sign of confussion.
Her tears flow like blood,
as she slashes her pain,
the red liquid moving in a flood,
tears falling like rain.
She stares at her cracked reflection,
her eyes screaming but still dull and empty.
In her mind she's lost with no direction,
the mirror painting perfect colors of symetry.
She stands under the stars,
as they twinkle in the sky.
Wanting to be safe in her mother's arms.
So she stands there trying not to cry.
Everyday she sits there,
no one will ever see,
no one will ever care,
that she's not who she wants to be.
So listen,
and try to comprehend.
When you see her eyes glisten,
the darkness will end.
