A hundred and one excuses fell from the tip of your tongue.
Spill into the emptiness of your heart; out onto the plain that is our lives.
Your solemnity masks the inner you; the one i know, the one i'd rather not.
Your face gives me false impressions; the true you under the blanket you've created.
The monster that lies under that blanket; caged inside what you say is a well designed exterior.
Masking the frustration, the anger that is fuming inside of you; i'll never let you take me alive.
Never listening to a word you said; that beast inside you will never consume me.