I gave up my secret,
Being the fool that I am.
I promised myself over again,
I would not open up to them.
..
At this point of no return,
Again come the fears,
'What if I couldn't trust,
The friend I've had for years?'
..
But I don't think I still care,
Whether people are aware,
Of the words I swear,
In my head, in despair.
..
So, yeah...
Before I'm through with this,
At least now you know,
This is how it is.
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