Sleeping awake.
Her smile appears to be fake...

Ripped out, slit opened and shattered.
She cant sort her feelings, they're scattered...

Its all about the stars and the moon.
She prays she'll realise soon...

She hides a dagger
behind that smile...

Cupid shoots another dart
He squints and aims for the heart...

One night she cried about a thousand rivers.
Shades of gray, sweet as lime and bitters...

I turn around and walk away.
I want nothing to do with you...

I cannot tell you why she feels that way.
That same emotion she feels everyday...

Cries bitterly, she's feeling sick.
Not many choices left for her to pick...

A little bit of truth, a little bit of lies.
You say nothing but I see it all in your eyes...