Cold, hard and wounded
The secret of your beauty
Charm, fear and charm
Draped around your heart
An armor, a promise so worn
Illusions inscribed inside your smile
This path of your design
Obscures its snares as time
Fear, charm and fear
Underneath the true masquerade
So cold, hard and wounded
Cynical, logical
Weak-willed and brooding
This feeling lingers
A kiss like fingers
Slipping in between
An endless daydream