Make-up rivers down her face

Always someone in her place

Long dark hair to hide it all

It's been five years, she had to fall

Faith in everyone but herself

Keeps fake smiles up on a shelf

They scratch, they tear, they make her bleed

The tears are hungry and need to feed

Rain pours from those pretty eyes

So silent, no one hears her cry

Silent tears on a bus back home

It's a shame her friends will never know

She's a fugitive, she's on the run

The demons think it's such great fun

Because she can run, but never hide

For all of her monsters live on the inside.