Two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead.

I'm a broken soul,
I'm an open book.
With many torn out pages.

Close my eyes for a while, and force from the world a patient smile.

Everyone has a secret, everyone has a story to tell. Don't judge someone, because they just might be going through hell.

Right now it doesn't matter,
alive or dead-
I have my suicide letters written,
they're hiding under my bed.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Just one step is all it takes..
to take his hand, to see his face

I'm too high now, I'd die from the fall.

You just did the impossible, gained my trust.

If only I could, make a deal with God; and get him to swap our places.