Mascara
It has come to this hasn’t it?
Faded memories of who we used to be
I remember crying over thoughts such as “I’ve lost him” and “I’ll never see him again”
Black lines would trace my face and wear my eyelashes limp
Sometimes it would take so long to scrub the black trails off
There’s a time and a place where every man should never wonder
A part of the mind should be shutdown in case of an emergency
Just because some things that are said are never meant to be true
Yes I still have the pictures and the notes from back then
But so do you
And there is a time when every girl must grow up and learn to live without makeup
Because it either gets cried away or smeared from hands wiping away tears
So either way it is ruined
Maybe what was meant to be is no longer meant to be
Or maybe it wasn’t at all in the first place
Inside I’m not really all that upset about it because it’s kind of true what they say
If you let it go and it comes back it’s meant to be
Well I let you go and years later you did come back just the same
But then you left again
If you’ll fly back this time, I don’t know
But if your wings break, don’t worry about finding a way to soar
In a sense I guess I’m trying to say
It’s a good thing I don’t wear mascara anymore
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