the mascara:

it's nothing/about the deceiving of you,

it's nothing/ about the paition,

i used to be/ the paition from you,

my red eyes/ is no talent,


you should't stick to it/ when i say i love you,

now i'm going/ and you're quiet,

what can we say/when i still love you,

my eyes are full of pain/when i keep silent,


my mascara is covering/ when i have to go on,

i like a rose blooding/ and the stained snow,

such a pain like a knife/ cutting my heart and soul,

and how about the explaining/ from your political smill,


when i'm removing/ will you watch the real?

i had do my best / when i am making up,

i want to go on it/ but you don't realize that,

you're in stick it/ and i had to give up,


when i look in/ then shodow is falling tears,

you say it's nothing/ just make a little temper,

the only chance you say to me/ when i'm hunger for love,

and you always think/ it's a chance of attention,


but i have to say sorry/ you're not familiared,

when i swear i don't need/ just a little temper.