The teardrops run down, And fall of her nose, She cries in the dark corners, Where nobody goes, You can follow the tracks, From her eyes to her chin, Years upon years, Of letting them win, And her eyes tell a story, Of anger and pain, You think she's happy, But just look again, And the scars of her past, Hidden under her clothes Are a road map to places, That nobody knows, Her smile is now painted, She's a master of disguised, And you can see it all, Just look into her eyes.