Hide your secrets.

The saddest tone was a voice I heard from a silent film you wrote, loud and clear was a muted song only two people could hear. So I'll go, living through these days acting like I've seen a ghost, a ghost.

This place is mocking my passive demise, these walls were safely hiding your lies. Their secret languages everyone speaks, so free except for me.

Can I save you? Will it make me feel like I'm in heaven? And stay true to me. Will it make you feel the same way I do and still feel sorrow.

But hate you just the same, hate you just the same.

Twelve ruthless days of just playing along, I guess you don't feel guilty at all. You've lost your touch with what's right and you're wrong with me but I can't see.

You must hate me.

I will confess that in time I gave up, fate's worse than death when it makes you forgive and just pretend.