Things hidden behind doors and sometimes are hard to see.
Because they are called secrets.
Which people usually keep from me.
If you dont tell me the truth
how do you expect me to trust
And you fed me all these lies
and you wonder why i fuss
But when i kept a secret from you
you act as if the world was at it's end
Never wanted to talk to me
Then considerdme an enemy
Ask me do i care
I dont
Ask me will i cry
I wont
Ask me will i apologize
I can't
You tried my face
You must be stright trippin
You tried my face
And i went stright flippin
But that's what happen when secrets are hidden
