She sits there
All alone
Her hair in her face
To mask the shame
Tears raining down
Like they’re in a race
Eyeliner smudged
And smeared down her cheek
But she still looks beautiful
To me

She sits there
With her friends
And silently says goodbye
No one noticing
The tear in her eye
She storms out the door
And runs down the hall
Nobody noticed her slowly fall

She sits there
With the boy she once loved
A tear falls from her cheek
And lands on his
Eyes closed, he doesn’t know
His bed of oak, his tie of silk
Hair cut and styled
Skin pale as milk
She whispers goodbye