They can't see the empty eyes behind her soulful laugh
They can't see the strained cheeks pulling at her stunning grin
They can't see the worn out face under her vibrant make up
They can't see the insecurity and doubt in her loud, confident voice
They can't see the blatant cries for help laced in her exaggerated tales
They can't see the broken home behind her loving stories
They can't see the girl trapped in her head from the lively persona she eludes.
For she is an unwilling actress and her life is the show
And sadly it seems the show must to go on
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
They can't see the empty eyes behind her soulful laugh
They can't see the strained cheeks pulling at her stunning grin
They can't see the worn out face under her vibrant make up
They can't see the insecurity and doubt in her loud, confident voice
They can't see the blatant cries for help laced in her exaggerated tales
They can't see the broken home behind her loving stories
They can't see the girl trapped in her head from the lively persona she eludes.
For she is an unwilling actress and her life is the show
And sadly it seems the show must to go on
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