A young girl stands in a corner of a dim room, all alone.
she's beautiful,
in a bizaar,
sad sort of way.
there's a sadness in her eyes that isn't within grasp,
yet without it she wouldn't be whole.
she wouldn't stay sane.
Her tears would be full of anger and pain and guilt and lies.
But without them she just wouldn't be
...her.
she would have no identity
...no purpose to keep breathing.
she paints her face to hide the reality,
but i can see it in her eyes.
It's a bitter lonliness.
waiting to be released.
She's all dolled up and no place to go,
and no one to take her.
she forgot how to believe in happy endings.