And when I got through with my shift, I laid on the floor wondering why i felt like this..

The hogt of keeping this secret might be fun,

                                                           might be fun,

but it also gives me the urge to run.

I ran home, only to find, this secret I was hiding was living inside.

The curtains,

The walls,

The chair in the corner,

it all made sense because I didn't report her.

I wish she hadn't told me what she had done, why did she pick me?

                                                                                     did she think I was dumb?

Could she see right through me? Feel my pain?

It's like she knew I wouldn't tell because she didn't even refrain.

I have to tell someone, I can't just lock it away, I thought I could but I don't want it to stay,

                                                                                            PLEASE PLEASE, PLEASE GO AWAY!

I woke up on the floor, unaware I had fallen.

                                This secret I'm hiding is making me floor it.

I can't escape now, I'm in it for good..

                                She knew she had me at "I'm from your old neighborhood"

Come to think of it this girl seemed quite strange, she had kind of a calmness about her that reminded me of my pain.

This secret I'm hiding isn't much of a secret at all,

it's been written on the wall, it dances in the street and looks through my window, right into me.

This secret I'm hiding isn't much of a secret at all, she tricked me.

           I'm her and she is me, once again, I feel crazy.

Well what is my secret?

                   I told you, it's written on the walls, it's dancing in the street looking right into me.

You have a secret too, we all do,

except the difference is, my secrets are my friends,

                                             but you....

                                                            they haunt you