She wipes her eyes and prepares for a new day,
She carefully puts on her makeup,
and thinks of the lies she'll say.
Im fine thank you,
echos in her mind,
with Im totally great not far behind.
Its easier this way,
less questions are asked...
And she doesnt have to explain
how shes broke by her past.
Shes been hurt so many times yet,
its difficult to move on and let go...
And through the cracks in her cover up,
Her sadness still shows...
For shes not as strong as she was and so
every now and again...
She shows little signs,
that her heart just cant mend...
But what can she do?
Theres no magical cure...
So she slicks on some more lipstick,
And heads out the door.
