Your spirit seems ever enlivened - but is there something else you protect? Your smile gleams gilded like sunlight - but is it just camouflaging you? Does the pain crescendo in ice cold climaxes that leave you with nothing at all Just broken within? My beguiling friend... All my questions you refuse to answer. It seems that you're ignoring my voice. You don't have to maintain this facade. You don't have to pretend. You don't have to conceal all your regret. But you just smile as if to say, "How could you understand?" Knowing you won't say it. What is it that would sate your hunger The immortal insecurities that inhibit you from confession? The bedeviled drive? I don't know if you could tell me. But I'll be there if you're broken.