Mascara, by Frankie (2nd Edit)

Who are you trying (trying) so hard to be?

When you throw this cold (cold) front at me?

All I see is a reflection of society. And not a pretty one.

 

Who are you trying (trying) so hard to be?

A girl like you ought to aim to be somebody.

Coz right now, you look like nobody. Except everyone.

 

Coz underneath your mascara lashes (lashes, lashes),

I can see your soul is turning to ashes (ashes, ashes).

Can you see the world, as it stumbles and crashes (crashes, crashes)?

Or are you blind behind your mascara lashes (lashes, lashes)?

 

All in all, can't you see that we're just the same?

If no one hurts, no one takes the blame.

You gotta learn this life's not just some game. If it is, you're losing.

Here you go again - why do I f***ing try?

You won't admit why you're afraid to cry -

It's more than just the black stuff on your eyes. It's not excusing.

 

That underneath your mascara lashes (lashes, lashes),

I can see your soul is turning to ashes (ashes, ashes).

Can you see the world, as it stumbles and crashes (crashes, crashes)?

Or are you blind behind your mascara lashes (lashes, lashes)?

 

Up above, the sky, it falls, it collapses.

Nothing left below but the darkest relapses.

Not surprised your eyes are the colour of ashes.

Nothing remains but the stains of mascara lashes (lashes, lashes).

(Chorus.)

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