At first you were proud of me, of us...
Now,
Now you are ashamed,
you hide, you hide me and our love.
I hate the fact that you can do so much better and that you know.
I hate the fact that you know I'm scared to lose you - I'd do anything.
I hate that when I confront you all you have to say is I don't know - but you do, you know and I know, you know I won't show even if I wanted to for fear of losing you.
Why do I do this? Why do I stay? Why do you stay?
I wish to find these answers.
You know that without you I'm a puppet without strings, a girl without a heart.
I wonder if you know what it feels like to be kept hidden
like a dirty secret...
