As she combs her hair,
Tears mask her face...

Attention starved girls and over-egoistic boys,
Trying to get a grasp on reality...

I could always look at you and walk away,
Pretending like I never heard a word you said...

You walk in and I say hello,
You simply walk out the door...

Perfect match or so it seems,
He says you're the girl of his dreams...

Alone in the world the next bottle is your soul,
It's all you have left but only 'cause you stole...

He turns to look at my face,
My heart begins to race...

I don't know why,
I keep holding back...

Your eyes are my looking glass into the world,
Without them I cannot see...

Words spill,
Like vomit shooting from your mind...

Hands as cold as ice,
Eyes bloodshot and tired...

They will live happily ever after,
They will not have to cry themselves to sleep...