\"Find a man that ruins your Lipstick,
Not your mascara\" They say.
From being a young girl,
I waited for that day.
But why can\'t it be both?
The baseline from downstairs drowns out my pleas,
The idea of the upcoming events brings me to my knees,
Running mascara mingles with the tears,
Dampening the hand that holds in my fears.
Silence.
That\'s all he wants to hear.
All thoughts, all hesitations turn into a dull ache,
No resistance as my heart feels fit to break.
With a gin sodden voice, \"I love you\" he said.
Did you love me when you forced me into bed?
The same man I gave my trust,
The man that tore down every single wall,
He ruined my mascara, my lipstick,
He ruined it all.