• Tear drops
    black as night
    smear your make up
    to the right
    eyes are bloodshot
    hair's a mess
    all the stains
    sink into your dress

    and it all felt right
    but in the end
    it wasn't worth the fight

    marching in
    the mascara stain parade
    with all the broken spirits
    and the other heart aches
    cover your eyes
    march blindly
    for it's an empty pathway
    marching in the
    mascara stain parade

    the streets feel
    so alive
    but you feel
    dead inside
    the pictures
    burnt and gone
    and he wonders
    what he did wrong

    she cries
    he lies
    it wasn't worth the fight

    marching in
    the mascara stain parade
    you feel you need
    to throw your heart away
    but just
    remember me
    I suffered with you too
    so it's not worth going through

    alone
    in the dead of night
    his eyes
    penetrate your mind
    your skin
    remembers his touch
    your heart
    thinks it's too much
    tears so cold
    they freeze on the ground
    I hope he is
    feeling proud
    but I can help
    I can wipe those tears
    because I felt your pain for
    too many years

    marching in
    the mascara stain parade
    voiceless and choked on tears
    of yesterday
    one day the light will shine again
    and the heartache will subside
    the suffering will end

    and we all march
    so slowly
    and we all march
    in tearstained glory
    I felt the pain
    and so did you
    but our tears will make us stronger
    if we try to fight it through.