The cycle repeats again.
The ink which stains my arms burn once more.
My eyes which hold back the tears blur.
Her jolly grin,
Her jolly grin, Her sweet syrupy lies,
Her jolly grin, Her sweet syrupy lies, Her fake love
Faded yet again.
Jealousy boils within her because of an achievement.
Her cold stare
Her cold stare Her shrieks filled with hatred Seem to have erupted from within her facade....
And here I am-
Awaiting for her mask once more.