These Tracks of My Tears

her mascara runs down her face
after a warm embrace
following the tracks of her tears
superstitious after all these years
looking up blindly
asking will you come find me?
you try a soft caress
and ask her to dance
pulling her close, skin pressed tight
all this seems so right
she whispers in your ear
the thing you most fear
does this mean we're done?
she looked into my eyes and a voice said run
her laughter echoes in my head
saying I'm a mask instead
it's alright, I'm just a space to rent
so find a reason to quit
but you got style
only when you smile
my head spins, my hands go damp
fuck the games you're just a tramp
was it nothing but an anecdote
or something you wrote
in a whisper send me a sign
let go of this crush and make you mine
I grab her by the hair
and lock her in my stare
all this is making you crazy
sanity fading leaving you hazy
your lips form the words you won't say
afraid of the price you might pay
instead you flirt with suicide
baby, it's almost time
to kill the pain
and take it all in vain