You're Breaking Me...
I am breaking,
deep inside,
where I keep all the things
I have to hide...
All because of you
and your clever little mind,
that sees the things,
little things,
that slip out from time to time...
You see them
and turn to question...
And I'm afraid one
will somehow break the dam...
So I answer carefully,
none of them real answers,
and somehow you know,
but just accept them...
I think you believe
that one day Ill tell you
all my secrets and fears
so you can come to the rescue...
But really, I doubt it...
and at the same time, dont...
Because each time you question me,
the real answers jump in my throat...
But I keep them down,
push them back inside;
Even though I'm slipping,
there are still secrets to hide...
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