Sunday, January 4, 2009

Running Like Mascara.

She's a broken little girl in her broken, broken world
Lipstick smudged, mascara running
Like the boy she sees right now
He is running, he is running far away, so far away
He has seen her inner person and is desperate not to stay
Hair is tangled, nails are mangled
As she bit them all night long
To keep from screaming, keep from screaming how she knew he did her wrong
Eyes are bloodshot and she's breaking, breaking up the line tonight
With her silent little whisper, she will kick, scream, and fight
Don't you dare think you can leave her
Lying there all by herself
She will love you, she will love you, if you give her all yourself
But you left her, yes you left her
You left her feeling so bereft
Little boy, scared boy, you must grow into a man
Someday you will look back and see the girl that stood
And watched you bravely while you sprinted far away
Just because the mascara is running, doesn't mean you follow suit
Wipe the tears with your fingers and kiss soundly at the bruise
Darling, how i love you and will never ever leave
Empty promises do no good here
In this land of make believe
She's a princess, she's a princess and your a wraith to steal her life
How dare you steal her heart now and refuse to make her your wife
Faster than i thought you could, you peeled out of here that night
And you took me, yes the little girl, by surprise
I am a broken little girl, in a broken broken world.
It kills me, yes it kills me.
But i know you broke your word.

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