See my tears ?
They aren't there
One of the things that became hard to share
You took that from me
Or more so I took it from myself
Beaten with words and slashed with your tongue no longer a sense of self
Unable to see with the naked eye
And that's why now I'm unable to cry.

When you're 10 all you wanna do is wear those high heels,
those adult clothes, the make up to cover up,
all you try to do is grow up and time speeds up,
with no pause button, no rewinds,
You simply run out of time.
Before you know it you'll have that cigarette in your hand instead of that doll,
that short skirt instead of those ripped up old blue jeans,
You'll have mascara running down your face trying to figure out how time took it all away.
Before you know it you'll be exactly where you were when you were 10 but everything and nothing feels the same.