The teardrops run down,
And fall off her nose ,
She cries in dark 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 ,
And the scars of her past ,
Hidden under her clothes ,
Are a roadmap to places ,
That nobody knows ,
Her smile is now painted ,
She's a master of disguise ,
And you can see it all ,
Just look into her eyes .
~e.h
