Mascara

There's mascara on your pillow
And a sadness in the air
There are cold words on paper
And tangles in your hair

You're running out of answers
When your questions never end
Much like the tears you're crying
And the hearts that you can't mend

You don't care about yourself
You're worthless in your eyes
So you don't try to stop the hurting
And they don't hear your silent cries

There's mascara on my pillow
And a zigzag on my heart
There are cold words on paper
As i slowly fall apart