Enigma

I long to hear the answers
To questions I am afraid to ask
I long to know what expression plays
Behind that carefully painted mask

I long to hear an actual lie
Just to prove me right
I long to know just who you are
Under the darkness of night

I long to see that smile slip, just once
For a single second's truth
I long to know the shattered old soul
That weeps behind your youth

I long to watch you twitch and stammer
Rather than look me in the eye, straight
I long for that polished demeanour to slip
And to know, for once, that you took the bait

I long for you to show me the cracks
Beneath the glazed perfection
I long to know that I got to you too
That you were not my exception

I long to know what time will reveal
Was it set up to fall?
I long to know the answer at last
Was it real, at all?