I do not wish to know your story
Or the countless of dreams you hide
But tell me of that one unfortunate tale
That forced you to never confide…
I do not want to know about the great things
That you have over overcome
But tell me of those little things
That have made you what you’ve become…
I do not want to know the hundreds of applause
Or the gestures by people faking
But tell me how you feel
When you hear the sound of your dreams breaking…
I do not want to know of the brilliance
Of the sun at the peak of noon
But tell me about the darkest night
In the absence of the moon…
I do not want to know about your many friends
And what they say and do
But tell me about that one friend
Who lets you just be you…
I do not want to know about all the questions
That you have found the answers to
But tell me of that one answer
Of which you still feel to be untrue…
I do not want to know about the things
That you see in broad daylight
But tell me about what you see
After you close your eyes at night…
I do not want to know about your wounds
That hurt and burn sometimes
But tell me about the ones
Which have gone numb with time…
I do not want to know about the things you’ve written
Under the covers on a lonely night
But tell me about the blank pages that are filled
With words you were too reluctant to write…
I do not want to know about the things
That you would tell the world any way
But tell me about your immoral desires
That you are too afraid to ever say….
