`And for a moment, I beg
The type you swear I’ll always understand in silence, yet
You refuse to bestow.
A masochist? What sort are you?
An entity which subsists on hollow phrases:
A fleeting click.
Buried beneath your glitter and
Which others are apt to bestow.
Oh, how they love you
And I love you.
Prevaricator? A masochist? Which sort are you?`