Here I am, telling lies.

But why, if I know it's wrong?

The secrets I want to keep but are forced to tell bring on cries

Because I feel, in this place, like I don't belong.

Let me keep my secrets for me,

And you keep your secrets for you.

I'm compelled to lie about it to leave them be,

And if I tell, well then, I'd feel blue.

Your oppression of me takes away my voice

With which I want to speak my mind.

With you around, I have no choice

But to sneak around and act to you like I'm blind.

Like a young girl with her confidential journal,

I write in it all day to keep my secrets locked

Without feeling oppressed at the eternal

Because, unlike you, I trust it to keep it without having been mocked.