What secrets do you hide? What lies have you told? It’s amazing that your heart still beats. (Or maybe it’s just to me?) you seem cold. What truths do you steal and pass off as your own and when you’re in a room full of people do you still feel all alone? (You should) Your suffering, it’s your choice I have no sympathy, never did, even before. I won’t feel bad for you cause we are not children anymore. It’s your choice this I know but also know I still keep my porch light on but I don’t except you showing up at my door.