Flicking on my mascara
There’s no magic in this wand
It cant make me beautiful
I’m brunette not blond
My eyes are dying
and it hurts to see
Looking in the mirror is torture
I don’t want to look at me…

I cant wake up beside you
without my mask//
My mask- ara…
My mask.

You wouldn’t recognise me
This is not my face
Over these past months
I have aged
The pain and sorrow has taken its toll
My face has lost its expression
Lost contact with my soul..

I cant wake up beside you
without my mask//
My mask- ara…
My mask.

Smearing all over my face
Mixing with my tears
Ruining my cover-up
Mascara tears..
Flowing down my cheeks
Sweeping away my mask
Look away ..
look away now..