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...