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Secret Shame |
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I'm her secret shame; |
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Her lonely black flame. |
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She hides me and lights me in the dark, |
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Ever careful to conceal the sparks. |
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I'm her secret shame; |
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Everything she wishes she never became, |
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And her claims are getting lame; |
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Just words that have become mundane. |
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I'm her secret shame; |
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The love she's mortified to proclaim, |
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And she calls me her precious treasure, |
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But I'm really just her guilty pleasure. |
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I'm her secret shame; |
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The devil she was never able to tame, |
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But in the end it's all the same- |
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I'll carry the weight of the blame. |
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I'm her secret shame; |
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The problem she never overcame. |
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She takes heed of their false claims, |
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And worried over the possibility of defame. |
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I'm her secret shame; |
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And when you dig deep- |
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The only thing that remains |
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Is this love that dare not speak its name. |
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I'm her secret shame, |
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The truth she'll never attain, |
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More love than her heart can contain, |
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And the source of her arduous disdain. |
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I'm her secret shame; |
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The luggage she refuses to claim, |
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And the same heart she sets aflame, |
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She also cruelly maims. |
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I'm her secret shame, |
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But it's beginning to drive me insane, |
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And it seems obviously plain, |
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That being her secret causes me great pain. |
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I'm her secret shame; |
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The love she'll deny ever came, |
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And she can keep her "normal" life, |
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But no longer by my sacrifice. |
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I'm her secret shame; |
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The skeleton behind the door frame, |
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And she'll always hide this dark flame- |
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For fear of revealing her secret shame. |
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