You have your secrets. I have mine.
Yours could be shallow but what I had is filled in line.
Your secret was your experience
To me it was a heartache.
If I will tell you the truth will you still look at me the same way?
would you rather love me more?
or think less of me?
Am afraid and this is the truth
That one day I have to look at you.
Saying the words you hated most
saying the truth will make you go.
If I tell the truth, will you still look at me the same way?