She cries, she cries, she's full of lies
It happens when her family dies.
Her mouth spins webs of wicked truths
When her home is wrecked by big, bad brutes.
She smiles, she smiles, she's full of pain,
The lies she can no more maintain.
Yet she tries, she tries, it's all in vain
And now, herself she cannot contain.
He watches, he watches, he doesn't believe,
That the mellorine was full of deceive,
Because her sorrow is to be excused,
But instead, she is always accused.
stunning art by KOGA