As I age, and as I grow,
I wonder where my secrets go.
With the rain and with the snow,
With the howling wind that blows.
The secrets that I try to hide,
That I've protected with my life,
Those secrets, always by my side,
That are the cause of all the lies.
I want to forget all the things I have seen,
Even if those things created me,
These secrets are telling me to leave,
So do I go, and let them be?
These secrets are haunting,
They're tearing my soul,
These secrets are daunting,
No matter how old
I want to be able to let them all go,
I want all my friends and my family to know,
Will they accept me, will their minds blow?
Will they still love me, if they all know?
