She tells me that she’s fine br But she keeps her real emotions br Protected and confined, br She’s secretive like an Israeli spy. br br She always leaves me lingering in the dark br Only whispering half her thoughts, br Always concealing her heart. br br I have to meditate in loneliness br And collect my shattered ideas; br We seem forever two people br Impossible of becoming one. br br I don’t want to leave br But it is too hurtful to stay: br Sometimes your ability to love br Simply withers away.