Caked on make-up like a dark clown
No one knows the real sparkle in her eyes
Painted on everytime she starts to slip away
Long sleeves and closed mouths
Trying to rid the problems away
Alone, in the one place where she feels fine
But out there she convinces them everything is alright
And they keep dragging her down with them
Then stepping on her to get one step higher
While she waits for the next attacking
She feels like they don't want her
So many invisible bruises from every real force
So much invisible pain for words that really hurt
Waking up, another morning
It's still the same
And again she hides under the rain
Still no sparkle again
