Counting

I put on my blue dress
And look in the mirror,
I tell myself I like what I see;
And what I can't see doesn't matter,
Does it?
They won't see the sleepless night in my eyes,
Or hear the little sound
Of something breaking inside.
They won't see my thoughts,
They won't know how I feel.

I slip my feet into my shoes;
They won't know how they hurt,
They won't know 
That I'd rather stay home.
It's time to go,
So I put on my best smile;
I know I'm going to laugh later,
Maybe even say something funny...
And I know they won't see,
Beyond my armour.

You ask me how many times 
A heart can break?
I don't know yet,
But I'm still counting.