She’s a Vandal to her happiness
Her mighty weapon brings defeat
Her mind is an Claymore Of Daggers
Tears stream down as she feels a sudden click at her feet
Suddenly her World’s blown up
It just couldn’t take the heat
She decides to hide it with make up that she aggressively smears on her cheeks

Waterproof mascara and three squirts of make-up setter and then she puts her game face on and pretends she’s all better
She goes to the store
She walks the dog
She blows her husband
And pretends that there is no shrapnel fog inside of her brain
Digging and etching in deeper the pain
Of knowing she is the blame from her own self destruction
Letting her troubles build up until she’s a walking Volcanic Eruption

She looks in the mirror
Who are you?
Who is the woman I see?
She’s smirking with her plaster mask and customer service voice on high permanently

Could she still withstand a storm
Or has it swallowed her whole
Or maybe she swallowed it and it bellows down in her soul