You can see the teardrops run down,
And fall off the bridge of her nose.
She's the one to cry in dark corners,
Where nobody else goes.
You can follow these tracks,
From her eyes to her chin.
For she has spent so many years
Letting them win.
Her eyes tell a story,
Of anger and pain
You might think that she's happy,
But you will need to look again.
These scars of her past,
Are hidden under the clothes that she wears.
A roadmap to places,
Where nobody knows.
The smile she once had
Is now painted in disguise.
She's a mastermind.
And you will see it all,
If you look into her eyes