They warned me, but I’m curious
It’s my tragic flaw
My need to know whats in the minds of those around me
You, you won’t let me in, that’s a first
You say half truths to get by my desire for your knowledge
but I know there’s more behind your wall
I'll get through to you eventually, I promise you I will
I’ll open your heart and mind, search through the memories
take out the bad, and leave you with happier thoughts to get you by
I promise you before I die.