Loneliness- the blankest canvas
She paints her face like painting on her mask
Adding clothes to fill in your perception
Dark thoughts hidden by pretty blue windows

She can tell you what you want to hear
She can tell you some pretty words
Chatting away, just like anyone else
For her, it only requires a little more stealth
To meet her, it’ll be your pleasure
But her real thoughts are hidden like a buried treasure
Demanding a hunt and skillful measures