Gaze into my eyes,
and tell me what you see.
Do you see someone miserable
or just the painted happy girl?
Catch the sight of falling water through my eyes,
and tell me what you see.
Do you see all my agony or losses
or just the painted extra smile that is bringing tears?
Touch my hand,
and tell me what you feel.
Do you feel the scar
or just the painted softness of petals?
Look inside me,
and tell me what do you see.
Do you see a broken & wounded child
or just the painted perfect rose?
Listen to me,
and tell me what do you hear.
Do you hear the screaming girl out for help
or just listening to the song of the painted perfect girl?
Don’t just look at me & look into my soul
Tell me, what do you see?
A painted perfect girl?
