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It Isn't A Secret


Unspoken words end in frustration Hushed voices, their eyes move in avoidance Your seething tongue, the source of anger and hate Unrelenting is your abuse It isn't a secret any longer Your smiles mean nothing to me The only one you're fooling is yourself You are trapped in your own deceit Free yourself you savage Try, save yourself you beast You won't ever know the pain you caused me When your hands tore apart my soul You had me grove long at your feet You wish to be king of the mountain You wish to be solid as rock But it isn't a secret any longer The only strength you had, you ripped it apart
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