how we hide
our secret lives
i dont tell u that i cried
alone in bed last night
looking at the night outside
theres no one in whom you can confide
no one to leanon by your side
or was that the way I script wrote my life
maybe i wanted to give this a try
being strong and tough inside
failing that atleast outside
now theres no more light in the sky
the day has come for the sun to die
It was all a wicked lie
But even now its hard to cry
And harder still to tell someone why