All your life
You're taught
To keep your composure.

All you've ever known
Is to be grateful
That you didn't die...

That you've lived through
Your crucible and now
You're free.

Like the past was all
Just a painful series
Of bad dreams.

I'm lost in a world
Built on lies
And false composure.

Actually, you didn't. Psyche.

This notebook and I share a secret,
which I will never reveal.

This notebook, on the other hand,
has at times sleighted me slightly.

This notebook is not to be trusted,
for if I trust it, I may be betrayed.

This notebook and I share a secret;
it will never be told lest I talk.

I'd give up my left arm to always be right beside her. My right arm for her to know she's what I have left and both arms to be able to hug her when's she away. I just don't think I have enough to give to get the courage to tell her when she's here.

I am your best kept secret
The one you are afraid to be seen with
The one you can't bring back to your friends
The one you can't tell anyone about.
But I am the one who thought you cared
I am the one who fell head over heels
And I am the one picking myself up off the floor
And strutting out the front door.