She looks in the mirror 

Dead in the eyes

Looking at someone 

She no longer knows

She grabs her paint brush 

And starts to work on her canvas

Liner.

Mascara.

Powder.

Lipstick.

All the things that hide the pain

She walks around the world lifeless

Doing things she never thought

she would do 

Listening to someone she looked down on

But what can she do?

Other than live in this ruthless world

Or face the consquences

So she lays on her back

with the smell of English Leather Filling her nostrols

She hates herself. 

Why does she allow herslf to do this?

So many opportunites to change 

But she doesn't

She just goes home

She looks in the mirror 

Dead in the eyes

Looking at someone 

She no longer knows 

She grabs her wipes

And cleans her canvas

Liner. 

Mascara.

Powder.

Lipstick.