*With every climb out of bed, and every brush of her hair, she
can't help but wonder, why she still has her hopes high. And every
brush of eyeshadow, and every stroke of mascara, she thinks about
how he's the reason she puts on this face. And every step to the
bus stop, and every walk down the hallway, she knows that he would
be worth, all the trouble she's gone through. But with every wipe
of make-up remover, and every climb into bed, she can't help but
wish she didn't waste her thoughts on him. *