What we have here
Is a dreamer,
Someone completely out of touch
With reality.
Someone who jumped
Thinking they would fly.
Who knew
The rain falls because they cry.
What we have here
Is a dreamer,
Someone whose naivety
Got the best of them.
Someone who ran
Thinking no one could catch them.
Who knew
The world spun for them.
What we have here
Is a dreamer,
Someone who was killed
By a nightmare.

There's a secret within me
Writhing to be free
Sometimes it slips out
In wisps of whispers
and I clamber to pull it back
To retrieve the slivers before
Someone realizes what the
Whispers entail

There's a secret within me
Its too much to hold
But its too much to let out
So I let it gnaw at my insides
Pierce my heart
And drain me of what
Might've been a soul.

There was a secret within me
I really shouldn't have kept it
There was a secret within me
But now it's gone

So am I.

Everyone cares about their
image;
Self portrayal to those
unknown.

I've always wanted you to expose yourself,
drop the shell,
show who you REALLY are inside-
show it,  just for me,
and I guess maybe I've realized
the shell is who you are.