Concealer

Something tells me that I ought to leave from here

But the words you tell me, honey, they've got me tied down here

Every day I wake up, every day I bleed the same

Every night I pray that you'll change, you'll go away

Your pretty face, it all goes to waste

When your other half leeches all of your joy

Your perfect face, you put it on display

In hopes that someone sees the cracks forming round your neck

Concealer, apply it on your soft and torn silky flesh

Conceal it, don't let the vultures know that you're hurting