• It's funny how you hide from me,
    when you know that I can see
    all the things you want to be
    but are afraid to show.

    It's odd how you still act so tough
    and fight when life gets too rough
    and never think you've had enough,
    but still, I'll always know.

    I think you're tired of it all,
    but you're too afraid to fall
    and for help you'll never call,
    but to you, I'll always go.

    You've fought so hard to keep it out -
    that dreadful gnawing, clawing doubt -
    but still you want to scream and shout,
    cause you can never just say no.

    I picked apart your secrets,
    I picked apart your fears.
    I picked apart your darkest thoughts,
    all that you held for years.

    And cause you won't do it yourself -
    I cry all of your tears.