Your skin is stained with scars of your own doing.
Your makeup runs down your flushed cheeks.
You've tried to escape from this world full of pain.
But each time, you've been saved.
By someone who wants you to stay.
Someone who loves you.
There's someone watching over you, someone I don't believe in.
Telling you that you need to carry on.
So stay strong and keep marching.
And I will be here to catch you, when you trip and fall.