Because the second you stop hiding from everyone else and begin hiding from yourself, you're really hidden. And even you don't know where to start looking.
You'll tell me your secrets and I'll shove them in my pocket. And you'll wish you never had.
Because she's searching, for any truth, any secret, and I'm afraid to tell to her that the biggest secret of all is that there is no truth left.
Because it is all looking up now. The sky or the soil, and I'm ready to fly.
Because I'd wish for wind and rain, but then I would remember: since you left, nothing has changed.
Because each smile is a dollar, and I'm bankrupt.
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