My lips are cracked,
and don't feel like my own,
feels just like licking stone.
I sleep to be unconscious,
and dream to be with you.
I've never fully understood
the things I say I'll do.
I'll go eat, and I'll go sleep,
but I know I'll never be able to.
Secrets, secrets, it's a secret,
please don't tell him this:
never will I be the same,
never will we be the same.
I cry and weep the story of today,
in disgrace of myself
and all of my ways.
What will I do when I'm alone?
What will I do when I'm alone?
Misery is a scar that's covered up my body;
it seems I'll always look this way.
Forgive me and my lack of innocence,
but I guess I just don't feel like I own me,
I guess I'm not myself today,
or any other day.
I'd bleed to feel freely,
but we know that that can't be.
Secrets, secrets, secrets, a secret,
that's what feelings must be.
Excuse me.
