Secrets are spilling out,
And before I can help it,
I'm being honest
You make me see,
The evil in my ways,
And feel the pain
I've been keeping it down for so long,
That I'm immune to hurt,
But your making me feel again
Sometimes, like tonight, the feel is not good,
But in the end,
You have helped me
And though there may be teardrops on my floor,
And mascara on my face,
You have helped to catch me, before I fall
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