She dabs on a bit of lipstick 
To show that she's not sad 
Walking down the rain drenched concrete 
Passers-by are almost fooled 
Until they see her eyes 

Those two always betray her 
Red and framed with sparkling tears 
Can't be bothered to wipe them away 

Alone on a stool 
Head in hand 
The red has stained her glass 
With kisses she never meant to give 

Other patrons try to cheer her 
Offering to buy her rounds 
As if drinking such bitterness 
Could make a person smile 

What had she expected to find in such a place as this? 
She'd hoped for company 
And encountered only lust