Makeup covers up the scars,
But my heart - is left charred.
People ask how they can help,
Its too late, the cards been delt.
Where were you when he prevailed,
Has our love grown cold --- stale?
Now I'm so high on misery,
And in this pit you've left me.
He thought he left without a trace,
But memories I can't erase.
The pain I feel hasn't passed,
And this cut wont be the last.