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

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

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

She hides a dagger
behind that smile...

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

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

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

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

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

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