There is a secret,
a good kept secret,
I've been hiding all along
I feel so broken,
inside I'm broken,
only my heart could tell
You cannot mend me,
there is nothing to fix,
though I'm picking some pieces from the floor
I'm sinking on sadness,
letting my soul soak on bleach,
silently screaming all my sins
I'll go down, on my insides,
maybe will find Jesus,
will cry and lurch on the floor
One question remains,
one that I try not to think of,
even though it's hard to admit
Will you be there,
when I find the rope to climb
out of my own exile?
