Mascara

by Brooke Mason   Aug 4, 2007


I don't want to be sad
I don't want to cry
But nobody realizes
How much I want to die

My face hidden beneath blush
Eyes blinded by color
You were the only one
There wasn't any other

Nobody knows
The horrible story
Of how we loved
Of what you told me

Nobody knows
Of that diamond ring
Or how much you loved
For me to sing

And now as I sit here
Wondering why
The mascara is running
As I begin to die

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