Behind the smiles and cued laughter,
She's silently dying with every lie.
But by the time he sees it, it won't matter,
Because she won't bring herself to cry-
Does he realize with every breath, her heart shatters?
The pain is her tomb, preventing her from the highs.
On the day she met him, she must've walked under a ladder;
He's just bad luck- broken mirror, hearts, tears in the eyes.
(But she still loves him,
Even though the string keeping her alive is thin)
