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I'm so afraid of loosing you
and I honestly, wholly, pray I never do.
There's a parasite inside of me -
called 'secret,' subname 'cutter' -
squirming and turning in my belly.
I bie my lip,
avert your gaze and look away.
You can't know.
You shouldn't know.
You won't know.
But you deserve to know.
I want you to know.
I need you to know.
This silence is torturing me,
this silence pregnant with doubt
and aversion.
It's pulling us apart,
dragging us down;
you feel I'm toying with your heart,
I feel the need to confess
while you're still around.
But the parasite chokes me,
fills my thoughts with doubts and nervousness.
I wish you could see
my reluctance in telling you this.
I wish you could pop into my head
and learn this secret
that's killing me, dead.

Description
I'm so afraid of loosing you
and I honestly, wholly, pray I never do.
There's a parasite inside of me -
called 'secret,' subname 'cutter' -
squirming and turning in my belly.
I bie my lip,
avert your gaze and look away.
You can't know.
You shouldn't know.
You won't know.
But you deserve to know.
I want you to know.
I need you to know.
This silence is torturing me,
this silence pregnant with doubt
and aversion.
It's pulling us apart,
dragging us down;
you feel I'm toying with your heart,
I feel the need to confess
while you're still around.
But the parasite chokes me,
fills my thoughts with doubts and nervousness.
I wish you could see
my reluctance in telling you this.
I wish you could pop into my head
and learn this secret
that's killing me, dead.