Carla Nestoros Biography

Secrets, Secrets
Lies, Lies
She sits in her room
And cries and cries
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Have you ever held back tears so hard
It makes you choke?
Have you ever held onto something so tight
Eventually it broke?
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I used to look at you and see my future in my eyes.
Now as you meet my stare, i feel sick, i see nothing but a mannequin.
You stare in the mirror.
And carefully choose the face you'll wear that day.
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Her eyes are withdrawn from her surroundings.
And black with mascara tears.
If you look deeper into them.
You find the slow path to her fears.
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Try me?
If you really want to
The depth of your eyes are black
And you don't hold me like you used to
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