the mask i wear , to charm and sway , to seek attention , night and day . with every word , i draw you near , a fragile soul , consumed by perfection .
i crave your love , your steady hand , to salvage me from this persona . but in my need , i lose my supremacy , a shadow that can’t find the day .
my heart , a storm of wild demands , i reach for you with trembling hands . each breath i draw , a fragile plea , to feel your touch , to be set free .