Failure feeling her intent
She's incompletely innocent
Her lies reside in reason
Protective layers of pretense
Conceal a lack of confidence
Hide her inner demons

A little bit of fear, and
A little bit of shame
Defensive towards the world
She’s lying all the same

A little bit uneasy
A little bit too shy
All her fabrications
Guise what she’s really like

Fake myriads of truths
Tell twisted webs of lies
An image so complex
So you won’t see inside.