Enigma

She's looking out at me with stone cold eyes
And a mixture of the many things that she can't disguise
Her mind is full of words she will not say
She's fed up of pretending that she is okay

But she won't sing of her pain
She won't sing of her pain

She walks with misguided lust for the one's she cannot trust
Her faith is made of fear and rust
She don't know how to cope with a total lack of hope
And the bittersweet taste of her life going to waste

But she won't sing of her pain
She won't sing of her of pain