And still, The mascara bleeds

She's stuck inside her little place,
the place that hides her pretty face.
She lies awake,she's counting days,
till the day that she can breakaway.

And still the mascara bleeds.
The music, in her soul it feeds.
She can't compare the things she sees.
But, still the mascara bleeds.

Her soul is tired, her eyes are weak.
She can't reach anything she seeks.
She tries so hard, but she falls short.
And her dreams, her fears, she cannot sort.

And still the mascara bleeds.
The music, in her soul it feeds.
She can't compare the things she sees.
But, still the mascara bleeds.

People have told her to,
believe in everything you do.
But, she cannot, for she's locked up.
Still afraid and so she's stuck.

And still the mascara bleeds.