She knows they'll buy the facade
The farce, her little play

She knows that she's convincing
A liar made of mistrust and heartbreak

She knows that no one cares
They say they do but laugh instead

Some have come close before
And foolishly she let them in

Her pandoras  box she let them view
And loses herself as they misuse it

Yet all is not bleak
All is not lost

Some whom she let view her box
Have never misused it once.