How well do you know me?
For all you see are these words,
arranged in this order, in this way.
They are easily destroyed, burnt down.
You only see what I want you to see,
the side of me that I wish to show.
There is not much more, really,
not much left of me at all.
That man is long gone,
only a hollow remains.
— hollow P/S : replaced "girl" with "man"