When you ask me
Why I always wear that one colour
I tell you it pleases me
When you ask me
Why I never laugh out loud
I tell you it frightens me
When you ask me
Why I never let my hair down
I tell you it troubles me
When you ask me
About all these little things
I tell you what they mean
But I don't tell you
All the stories and words and struggles behind them
What I tell you
Is only a part of me
What I tell you
Doesn't even begin to scratch the surface