I could smell lies
more than I could smell freshly baked pies
You hide every bit of pain
and leave yourself in shame
You're not even up for the fame
and not even you I could blame
I guess it's okay to hide
but remember that I could hear your side
I wont let anyone do the same to you
because I've already felt it too
But I guess it's up to you
If you'll leave the thorns inside your deeply wounded soul