I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

I wish, you could see what's going on inside of me.
Maybe that way, crying alone would be the last to be.
But sometimes, some things are better left unspoken.
The truth hurts, like it leaves my heart broken.

Signs you never read, hints you never see.
Maybe one day, you'll feel my pain, understand the hurt.
But till then, I'll keep them bottled up.
Waiting for you to open me up.

"I wanna pour out my secrets to you but leave you unburdened;
Impossibility"