I have too many secrets kept inside, But I'll just tell you lies, Or things that don't matter, Cause I don't matter.
I don't want you to see me.
Someone once told me that Each crease on your hand is a secret. And my hands are both deeply lined, With so many rivers and tributaries...
I have so many things I'm burting to say, But like a lysosome, I know if I tell you, It'll corrode you and digest you, And it's not worth the pain. I'm not worth the pain. So let me carry it all around, My corpse just a messenger bag, And I'll release them when I'm *dead.
I have an obsession with hiding myself My family gets mad every day "We did not have a beautiful baby girl For her to hide away!" I plan out how to hide the night before The plan on my closet door When I unveil it the next morning They shout that I'm a bore I can't help that I like hiding It makes me feel much better I don't like exposing myself to the world I'd rather just wear a warm sweater As much as my family may try It's me they'll never expose I live life the way I want to Who cares if no one knows.
Going through each day Looking happy and worry-free 'I am fine', I always say But there is something they cannot see Something hidden deep inside So that no one could know The scar I used to hide My woebegone soul it would show Still learning how to mend my heart Looking at the shattered pieces of it Seeing what's still left after it had been torn apart Picking up each fragment bit by bit.