Keeping Secrets With Myself

I know there are souls
Who can tell me what I can't
But they can't read chapters
Of words I never wrote

I know there are minds
That think the same thoughts as mine
But I can't comprehend
That your brain isn't mine

In my head it's a big deal
It's a movie on a screen
Then I'll deliver it in dry words
And I become just another petty teen

There's just something
About keeping secrets with myself
Even a mind reader
Couldn't figure everything out

If I can't describe my life to you
In less than 50 words
I'll just store that on a shelf
I'm keeping secrets
Keeping secrets with myself

I'll make a pinky promise with my left and my right hand
Because I'll only ever tell on my command

How am I supposed to be quiet
When all I've ever heard is sound

I can swear that I won't tell a person
Then spit it out and make it worsen
But I know I trust myself

Cuz you trust me
And you should
Another level understood

A promise
A swear
But not enough to make you care

I've got the secrets in my backpack
Enclosed with a padlock
They can't get out
They won't get out

I've got the secrets in my backpack
Enclosed with a padlock
They can't get out
They won't get out

There's just something
Even a mind reader couldn't figure it out
They couldn't figure it out

If I can't describe my life to you
In less than 50 words
I'll just store it on that shelf
I'm keeping secrets
I'm keeping secrets
But the secrets are kept with myself
Myself

There's just something
About keeping secrets with myself
Even a mind reader
Couldn't figure everything out

Keeping secrets with myself