This secret's been held in for so long.
It's locked away in a place where no one
has ever been, or ever will.
I can't talk about it.
I won't talk about it.

But God, it makes me so numb.
I just want to feel something.
I just want to be something.
I just need to feel anything.

It's not good enough to just pretend.
It's not good enough to hide behind my mask.
It's not just that I'm not good enough,
I know I can never live up to your expectations.

But I just want to love.
I want to be loved.
I want to feel something other than lust.
I believe in love.

But for me, maybe I don't.