The tear-drops fall off her nose, when she finds herself alone,
She cries out where nobody goes, her feelings remain unknown.
But her wet eyes tell me a story,
of being in solitude and pain,
I can read her eyes, and memory, glares inside again and again. Never shows the scars of her past, hidden under the thin clothes,
The artificial smiles often overcast, her pains that nobody knows.
But do not think that she's happy, just look again into her eyes,
Broken to pieces, looks so snappy, she's now a master of disguise.
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