no one knows the secrets that i keep

no one cares to even ask me

look in my eyes tell me what you see

hate, love, hurt or just meager morality

the blood stains on my body tell a story of their own

but my secrete stays with me and the people in my home

when you hear me speak do you hear my unspoken fears

if not come a little closer so that you can hear

no one knows the secretes that i keep

because if i tell i may never be able to share my story.