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She was standing alone,
On the otherside of road.
I was on the otherside,
She had some strange vibes.
The dark sky was crying,
And so her eyes..
But the melting mascara,
It never lies..
,,
She was standing unknown,
On that night so cold.
A widow who used to be a bride,
I could hear her heart cry.
And my mind was lying,
That she's alright.
But the melting mascara
It never lies
,,
Who else could see it?
No one noticed her, but me.
People running helter skelter,
I was frozen, looking at her.
And she was falling,
But handled herself nice.
But the melting mascara,
It never lies.
,,
On her wrist, signs of slits,
That was so hard to see.
I could only pray for her,
To god to wash her slur...
A kid by her side and she was smiling,
Like a beautiful sunrise.
But the melting mascara,
It never lies.