the teardrops run down
and fall of her nose
she crys in the corners
where nobody goes
you can follow the tracks
from her eyes to her chin
years upon years
of letting them win
and her eyes tell a story
of anger and pain
you think that shes happy
but just look again
and the scars of her past
hidden under her clothes
are a roadmap to places
that nobody knows
her smile is now painted
shes a master of disquise
and you can see it all
just look at her eyes
