My secrets have been hidden in a box.

If I reveal them, it will certainly give you a shock.

Sometimes I can’t rhyme or even write, well, that’s just another writer’s block.

End of the day is near, shows my old wood clock.

Sometimes I want to tell what’s happening inside my head.

Reveal the secrets and thoughts which I won’t ever tell.

The darkest secrets which should not be disclosed even to a close friend.

You’d wish to know all about it, but it’s hard to comprehend.

You act like you understand but I know you just pretend.

So I’d like to keep my secrets well hidden because it hurts to expect.