Under the Gallows - Secrets

Dig deep, don't quit
Lay down your our burden
You're wrong, I'm right here

100 questions float through my head
And I'm trying to decide
Whether I'm wrong or right
Black or white

This is the process of brokenheartedness
And I didn't even blink

Fools become martyrs of fire-starters
And I don't really like what I see

I'm keeping all these secrets from you
So tell me, how can I be free of you?
And I'm speaking without breathing a single word
So while you're sleeping in your bed I hope you're dreaming of me