I keep my heart,
like I keep my diary...
hidden somewhere you can’t find,
and kept under lock and key.
It’s not that I don’t trust you,
I just don’t trust a single soul.
No matter the circumstances,
I can’t let myself give up control.
Even if I love you,
and know you’ll always treat me right,
I can’t open up to you,
believe me, I’ve tried with all my might.
It’s like diving into water,
that’s way over my head,
I’d be drowning, suffocating,
and end up most sincerely dead.
I want to bare my soul to you,
lay it all down on the table.
Talk until we both feel better,
oh, if only I were able.
Please know that it’s not you, it’s me.
I mean that with all my heart.
and me telling you all of this...
is the only place to start.
(Are you ready?)