Some fake smiles at school
assure her friends she's okay.
But last week she couldn't hide
a terrible low she felt, just so alone.
Valentine's was on the way
and he changed that week.
It seemed to her he stopped his show.
The flirting stopped,
a late night talk with an awkward goodbye.
When the holiday passed
she fought the jealousy
and looked to move forward,
but he held her hand again once more.
The happiness she looks for is in his hand,
and he doesn't even have an clue.
She threads her own noose
as she leads herself up and down
every ride home, every stolen embrace.
He taunts her with false attention,
and comes back just in time to save her.
But what will happen when
she's at the end of her rope
and he returns to late to catch her.
She doesn't have the courage to change,
or the heart to move on from him.
But if she doesn't she'll face
a down fall so steep afterwards
she wont have to worry about anymore
fake smiles, averted eyes,
and anymore artificial happiness.
