I use your mascara flooded tears
As ink for my pen
A pot full supplied as I suggest
That we still remain friends
I dip the flight feathered quill
Into those murky tears
The ivory parchment paper
Will soak them up nicely my dear
I use your powder based foundation
As I'm ashamed of these scars
There is no foundation to my pain
So how did it get this far
I paint 'love' and I paint 'hate'
On to manicured finger nails
You make up your pretty face
Before you make up another tale
I use your ruby red lipstick
To tell you of my curse
Wrote 'redrum' on the mirror
You see 'murder' in reverse
Make me up to be beautiful
Before these scars become infected
I am the only animal
On which our make up has been tested
It's very, very beautiful.