Her hair's a tainted disaster
As she drives the boulevard
Unaware of the lights around her
Mascara staining her pale pink cheeks
She runs through the passing morning
As if she were living it again
Just wanting to be there to help
Just wishing he'd hold her close
Her stomach shows their design
As she feels their baby kick
All she can think about is him
As she drives the boulevard
Slamming the wheel screaming his name
She holds herself to all of the faults
Understanding nothing, acting irrationally
Mascara staining her pale pink cheeks
A dieing masterpiece, covered in lies
Holding onto nothing, but the unknown
Irrationally thinking of all that there's left
Unaware of the lights around her... she cries.
Deffinatly not a masterpiece... but its all i've written in well over a year now soo... yea...
