Rain falls down her cheeks
As tears fall from her eye
And as people stare, they wonder
Which is real, what is a lie?
No one knows the truth
They all ponder at the thought
Are these tears of goodbye
Or are they the mascara eyes sort
A girl, shes sitting alone
Filling not even a quarter of a seat
The way no ones coming near her
You would have thought shes not the sort of person to meet
But no, this girl is stunning
She has the personality of a star
So whats the problem, wheres the fire?
Or are we finding we have a liar?
This girl, she stares contently
Not moving her glare from the ground
You know there's something shes hiding
Maybe her lifes not so sound
If you came a little closer
You would see a face of fears
Shes drowning in her very own tears
Yet so silent are her cries
Will she ever be able to cover up her sadness
With those pure black mascara eyes...
