Hidden

You think you know what’s hidden in my heart?

You think you know what’s tearing me apart?

No, you don’t have clue,

I’ll always be a mystery to you:

I’m the desire burning through,

keeping you up, and down, all night

You think you know what’s on my mind,

But the thoughts I keep are of a different kind:

I’m the longing that you can’t ignore;

I’m the feeling that you can’t deny;

I’m the rhythm that makes you come alive;

I’m the spark that ignites the flame;

I’m the desire that drives you insane

You think you know what’s floating through my mind?

You think you know what’s rotting deep inside?

You think you know me, but you don’t know a thing;

I’m a mystery, a puzzle, a song without a ring

You think you own me, but I’m not your possession –

I’m my own, my one and only obsession

The truth is you’ll never know, and that’s just fine

‘Cause it’s my life, my story and I’ll keep it mine

It’s mine to keep, mine to reveal,

My mystery, my puzzle, my tale to tell.

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