Keeping secrets was never me
but they laid buried in your eyes
never meeting your lips
and i could hear their whisper when you'd speak
still you never speak aloud the words I'd hear
you'd simply smile and tell me another lie
and I'd buy it. . .
wanting, needing to feel your love
even if it was a lie
i cried and you'd give me that same line
whisper those three words and i would fall all over again
blinded by the need to be loved
blinded by your smile
secrets. . .
you've got them
and I've got the bruises to prove it.
