there's something you don't know about me
it's...complicated
sometimes i think you know
sometimes i think you don't
there's something else you don't know about me
it's...confusing
sometimes i almost tell you
sometime i think you'd care
what else don't you know about me?
i'm an open book
with a thousand empty pages
do you have the perseverance
to flip page
after page
after page
after page
until you find the words
i'm too afraid to speak
?