Will you tell me your secrets
All bunched up
Boxed in
Screaming to be let out
Will you tell me why you stare off into space
Why you lose yourself in memories
Why deep down there are
Stories who make you who you are
And why the shame is too great too reveal them
Tell me why you are so afraid of being judged
Of guilt
Of being left alone
You are not empty
You are bursting
Why do you keep this reminiscence to yourself?
Why do you believe your mistakes are greater then everyone else’s?
Why can’t you own your actions
Back your case with no excuses
Only care and honesty and responsibility
Because this isn’t some sort of shame
These secrets are not some sort of pang
This is who you are
And why shouldn’t you be satisfied.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
Will you tell me your secrets
All bunched up
Boxed in
Screaming to be let out
Will you tell me why you stare off into space
Why you lose yourself in memories
Why deep down there are
Stories who make you who you are
And why the shame is too great too reveal them
Tell me why you are so afraid of being judged
Of guilt
Of being left alone
You are not empty
You are bursting
Why do you keep this reminiscence to yourself?
Why do you believe your mistakes are greater then everyone else’s?
Why can’t you own your actions
Back your case with no excuses
Only care and honesty and responsibility
Because this isn’t some sort of shame
These secrets are not some sort of pang
This is who you are
And why shouldn’t you be satisfied.
