Bleeding Mascara

A Tear of pain fills up her most beautiful eyes,
Shimmering in the dark behind her own disguise.
Thoughts are racing as if there is no tomorrow,
Last minute plans to destroy all of her sorrow.
Bleeding mascara is all that she's now prone to,
After all of the things you had to put her through.

Her lips are shaking from the words that she can't say,
With smeared lipstick on her face that won't wash away.
Screeching voices that are deafening her weak ears,
Dragging her right along to her own pool of fears.
Bleeding mascara is all that she's now prone to,
After all of the things you had to put her through.

Empty bottles lay across her tiled bathroom floor,
As she stumbles down the hallway to find some more.
Trying to numb the pain of her exploded heart,
The very same heart that you tried to tear apart.
Bleeding mascara is all that she's now prone to,
After all of the things you had to put her through.

Tasting death as if it's an antidote drug that heals,
Anything to help her escape the pain that she feels.
Singing a sweet lullaby to send her off to sleep,
Now that the pain you have caused has sunken too deep.
Bleeding mascara is all that she's now prone to,
After all of the things you had to put her through.

Copyright © Natalie 2006