I've never walked home wearing just a pink robe and a pair of slippers.

I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

Just because it's broken doesn't mean it loses its importance. And I figured I'd give it to you one day when you realized it was okay to make mistakes.

Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away

Are you talking to her or me, because I just can't tell

So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me--the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.