Hidden Things

There are some things that I am hiding
There are some things I don't want you to know
When I think about those things, it feels like i'm dying
It feels like everything turns on slow

I can't accept those hidden things
Cause I don't want it to be
I can't accept what it brings
Although I sometimes do agree

I don't want me to be happy
Cause i will hurt you again
But I don't want you to feel crappy
I know it sounds quite insane

I hope this was enough for you,
for you to understand
And I just hope that you knew
So this doesn't break our Band

-Charisse-