Secrets *updated w/ personal note

You’re momma wasn’t there
You’re daddy didn’t know you were alive

Everyone had something
and you didn’t know what to do
so you drank away you’re high school

And you,
tell me your secrets
I won’t tell anyone

Tell me your secrets
I won’t tell anyone

But I don’t want to be one of them

You won what you fought for
but you weren’t satisfied
You never were a killer
but she had so much inside

Flowers are for cowards
so you spend all you have
You put them on her doorstep
and you put them in her head

You weren’t supposed leave her
But she wouldn’t let you stay
Your car will only take you
so far away

And now she’s quiet
it’s so quiet
you’re ashamed
that there’s still so much to say

But you,
Tell me your secrets
Tell me your secrets
Tell me everything
that left you in the grave

Tell me your secrets
Tell me your secrets
Tell me everything you killed
to change the world

Momma isn’t there
And you don’t know you’re alive

Tell me your secrets
I won’t tell anyone

Tell me your secrets
I won’t tell anyone

But I don’t want to be one of them
Don’t let me be one of them

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***Personal Note: Was writing today and thinking about how I’ve always been this magnet for people’s secrets. Then I started thinking about the “secrets” I’ve been told. How some of them are not so pretty. (Though, I’m of the opinion that no secret is a good secret.) Like the one’s about abortion. This song is rather a mishmash of several ideas.