Dark mascara drips down her face, only fools could ever feel this way. Sends her message into the sky, wonders if it'll float his way.
She can't compete with the stars in the sky. She's invisible. She opens the window to clear her mind, but it's difficult. So difficult.
Patience, she waits for the night. She's been right here dreaming of him, waiting for him.
Last night she was in his arms, but one small step and he was gone.
Now there's meaning in the saddest songs, and all she does is cry and sing along.
Drinking alone in her party dress, would he come back if she looked her best?
Put on a smile and give it a rest.
"Come on Forehead!"
Patience.