The pain in her eyes won't subside
She fell in love with the devil
and chose to believe all his lies

She takes a sharp blade to her thighs
Black skinny jeans act as a mask
for slits on her wrists will not hide

She feels empty as her soul cries
Though her dark makeup will not run
because her pink cheeks remain dry

She can't stop asking herself why
He held a photo of a heart
but lacked a beating one inside

Now she wishes him a long life
One day he'll see what he gave up
and she'll walk past with her head high