There are those secrets we choose to pass on.
We call them secrets, but they really are  not.
We want those to hear it, we want the attention,
Because it makes us important, just for a second.

But then there are secrets that we fear to hold on.
We keep them at bay, praying to god that they go.
We want to be normal, we want to forget,
Because it's killing us slowly, our lungs drowning in thought.

With clammy hands and a dry mouth,
We clear our throat, it is time to come out.
We don't want the attention, but we can no longer breathe.
"I have something to tell you," and that's the last thing you hear.

In the silence that follows, our hearts stop beating in time.
It's all over your face, you are no longer mine.
Just my secret and I, we can't even cry.
We've lost you, you're gone, at least there's nothing to hide.

The questions we ask are only knives to our heart.
We just told you and you're scared, but can this change over time?

Putting syntax aside, We is no longer just I,  
Can you please forgive me? Mi amor soy yo, and I am more than my past.