Everybody’s got a secret Would you like to tell me yours?
I can’t leave I can’t turn away from a world like this one I could save myself Or let you save me
Everybody’s got a secret And I don’t know if I want to tell you mine
I thought I was that book That you misjudged, from its cover You know But I’m just scattered notes Poorly written, messy, meaningless Sitting on a bed that doesn’t feel mine Where I scream, in silence
I thought I was a survivor but I’m just an asshole, all martyrdom and no salvation, no acquittal
I choose a mask between many, the most comfortable And I’m not afraid of anything Because on the inside, I’m empty I pick a battle and I stage it I don't care about the win, I don’t care about living forever I just want to die a king
I live a play, a recital And I’m good, I’m the best At being wrong I'm the king, Of being wrong I get down the stage and Nobody knows who I am Neither do I
And I get down some more Fists clenched At the bottom of my abyss But you don’t know
Sometimes I’m just so far away that I don’t know what I fear the most To not find myself anymore Or to find me again I’m next to forget everything, I’m the next to be forgotten
I tear the photographs off the wall Thousands of eyes stare at me from between the blankets folds, from the shadows Around me, the plaster begins to peel off the walls revealing dirty, cracked bricks The ceiling is a cobweb, and a multitude of spiders descending towards me Behind the photos are written notes, but they get blurred under salty drops My ears are ringing, my heart is pounding, my head is bursting
And I just don’t care
Everybody’s got a secret And I just don’t know if I want to know
yours.