There is a secret behind these eyes,
one that you will never know.
Red crescent moons and spider-web silhouettes.
It makes no sense
and yet you will try to decode me,
Computers were not made to last
Didn’t anyone tell you that at the store?
(the one with the apple that isn’t really an apple)
Somebody should have told you.
(It’s just a picture of an apple)
and my secrets are my own.