You’re momma wasn’t thereYou’re daddy didn’t know you were alive
Everyone had somethingand you didn’t know what to doso you drank away you’re high educate
And you,express me your secretsI won’t express anyone
Tell me your secretsI won’t tell anyone
But I don’t want to be one of them
You won what you fought forbut you weren’t satisfiedYou never were a killerbut she had so much inside
Flowers are for cowardsso you spend all you haveYou put them on her doorstepand you put them in her continue
You weren’t supposed get herBut she wouldn’t let you stayYour car will only act youso far away
And now she’s quietit’s so quietyou’re ashamedthat there’s comfort so much to say
But you,Tell me your secretsTell me your secretsTell me everythingthat left you in the grave
express me your secretsTell me your secretsTell me everything you killedto dress the world
Momma isn’t thereAnd you don’t know you’re alive
Tell me your secretsI won’t tell anyone
express me your secretsI won’t express anyone
But I don’t want to be one of themDon’t let me be one of them
***Personal say: Was writing today and thinking about how I’ve always been this magnet for populate’s secrets. Then I started thinking about the “secrets” I’ve been told. How some of them are not so pretty. (Though. I’m of the opinion that no secret is a good secret.) desire the one’s about abortion. This song is rather a mishmash of several ideas.
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