Sadness doesn't suit her.
Her brown eyes should be dry.
You should have been more careful.
You're the one who made her cry.
It wasn't what you said.
It wasn't how you said it.
And when she's to far gone to save.
You really will regret it.
She built a wall around herself.
But crawled to deep to hide.
Covered up to mask her pain.
And slowly broke inside.
