The tear-drops fall off her nose, when she finds herself alone,
She cries out where nobody goes, her feelings remain unknown.

You can see the pain deep in her eyes
But she keeps on going
People are blinded by the fake smile she hides behind.

She's powerful.
But she's hurting deep inside
Maybe you should stop and look
See the pain that hides in her eyes

But her wet eyes tell me a story, of being in solitude and pain;
I can read her eyes, and memory,

We only know how they feel, once it’s too late, If only we paid more attention
If only we loved a little better
Some say it’s their choice

But so what if it is
I...