There is no such thing as love
Or a broken heart
It’s plastic tears you see
Rolling down her cheeks.
Her shoelaces are soaked
With guilt and despair
The wind tangles leaves,
Whispers secrets to her hair.
The clock strikes twelve
Nowhere to go
Waiting for a place
Wanting to escape.
Nowhere to run
The dark night is no longer
A blanket of serenity,
Lights flash.
No one to lean on
She rests her head on crossed arms;
Glances at the clock’s hands,
It’s a turmoil she cannot suppress.
They were not meant to be together
Fate forced them apart
Her soul is halved and now,
So is her heart.
It’s plastic tears you see,
Rolling down her icy cheeks,
Life moves on in the street,
And it’s all been a play.
She will be killed tomorrow
For a crime she did not commit
And she’ll take that gladly,
Over this shattering pain.
He loves her,
She loves him
But they’re meant to be apart.
Who cares?
Life moves on like in the street
The plastic tears won’t stain her cheeks for long
Death is here, and I will go,
She smiles…she’s got good luck.
