Why do I bother putting make-up on br this beautifly broken face? br My shattered soul has taken its toll, br on this put-back-together place. br br Tears falling down, who notices br the pain that comes from inside? br Because my heart is in half, I've ran from the path, br to the safe arms of danger to hide. br br Cracked limbs and broken wings, br I lay on the cold ground, br They are no longer vital without you-my survival br to this earth I slip deeper, without a sound.