I know that there is more
That you aren’t telling me
That you will never tell me
I have spilled so many
Of my guts to you
Told you my secrets
Why won’t you tell me yours?
Are you afraid that you can’t trust me?
Even after I put my trust and faith in you?
How much of your life will you tell me?
Perhaps you will not tell unless I ask
What should I ask without prying?
I think that I shouldn’t have to ask
Because if you wanted me to know
You would tell me; would you not?
If you wanted me to know
You would just say the words
That describe past situations
That describe past feelings
That describe past memories
You may think that the past is in the past
That it should be left in the past
One thing about the past
Is that it can strengthen the bond
Between us
And there will be no secrets
Between us
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