We tell a lot, yet reveal little. Facts so many yet truth hidden. Hinged to solace we live in public, lone rangers. Our smiles hide our sorrow. So careful of our hearts, afraid to take risk. We tell you so much about us yet that's just everyones' truth. Seeming perfect but get too familiar you unravel the spots. We just want to read you to reveal the rest. Most give up at inception, a lot read the cover and believe that's all. We're so secure we've devised this sorcery you can't just penetrate our hides. We'll just to open up.
Just Writings of Bored Me