Her time is almost up
Her time is ticking...

She begins to cry; her mascara running,
Washing away the fake beauty; oh how it made her...

A small cry escapes her sweet red lips,
As she cuts deep into her wrist...

Sitting on the beach, with the tide coming in,
Wondering if I should do it, and let the feelings...

Heartfelt lullaby,
Drawing me to sleep...

I've been looking in the mirror for some time now,
Confusion and worry written deep on her face...

Standing in the pouring rain,
Everything looks all the same...

You come home from school,
A day gone perfectly fine...

As she looks in the mirror,
She can see the broken heart...

One explanation
For my beating heart...

Staring out the window, no direct thoughts,
Just thinking of what used to be...

I dream of happiness and you
But my sadness always clouds my dreams...