The Well

Her eyes glaze - she's high, she cries
The tears well up inside and dry
Her fears build up, misguide, deprive
Each vice another source of life

Her eyes blaze - she's high, but why?
Each sigh is just another cry vaporized
"I'm fine," just another line to disguise
The tears that welled up inside, then dried

Her eyes gaze - she's high, she tries
Tells herself lies as a means to survive
The well has gone dry, unwell inside
heart's steps ahead - head's years behind

Her eyes haze - she's high, but blind
she hides and likes to rationalize
Likes confiding in people known for there lies
And the well bottoms out, with "oh well" in her mind

Her eyes changed - she's fine, and mine
No need for the well, she won't find herself crying
The wounds from the past will heal in due time
Made room for the man who would make her his life.