As her shape became her I saw her face dry but as she left the blur I noticed the drops of disgrace And of her pain she spoke For love, she felt no more from him, who taught her how to be adored I wish I could have taken her tears which damped the shine of her face and make them mine to show her I care but I could only hug her so I did and lent her my old DS so I did and her face, her tears undid