I invite you into my eyes
To see what I see
Why can't you see my hell?
And my suffering
As I lie hopeless here in my bed
My soul my spirit it's all dead

Secrets and such, from you I've kept
And all of the terrible nights I have wept
God knows how many times that I have tried
But in you, my feelings, I can't seem to confide

I'm sick of taking all your crap
Upon your face, I want to slap
Love is what we give to the poor
For them, the world has shut its door

Secrets and such, from you I've kept
And all of the terrible nights I have wept
God knows how many times that I have tried
But in you, my feelings, I can't seem to confide