I’ve been keeping all these secrets
Each one with its own grip on me
Guess I’m scared of broken pieces
Scared of all the mess you’ll see
Secretly I’ve not been breathing
Surprised you’ve not mentioned how I’ve been
My eyes grey, they are unseeing
My hands cold and out of reach
well I am not some kind of demon
But It’s what I see when I look in
‘cos I told lies and then believed them
And I broke promises like skin
Wasted time but now I need it
I’m not the answer that you need
I carry guilt from other seasons
So I don’t expect you not to leave
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