Maybe I’ve been keeping too many secrets.
Maybe nobody’s asked the right questions.
I’m full and overflowing with things that I want to say,
And I’ve kept it all inside because I assume you don’t care.
But what if you do and you’re struggling, too?
What if I miss out on the truth
Just because I don’t want to look like a fool?
That is true foolishness;
To live a silent lie and suffer.
I’m sorry I’m not perfect
My nerves are winding down now
You may have been thrown off
I promise I’m slowing down
If you still want me around
I’ll stay on top of it, I swear