Dirty Little Secret

posted 16 April 2002


You've got a dirty little secret
But you never mention it
Never do a thing about it
Blank it from your mind

But blank minds are quickly filled
With the thoughts you thought you'd killed
You can't destroy a problem
Just by putting it away

You think everyone suspects
The truth is no one has a clue
As paranoia claws at you
They wonder just what's wrong

It's just a secret not a problem
Or that's what you want to think
It's not really a big problem
It doesn't drive you to the drink

Not a problem -- wrists are smooth
Not a problem -- pillow's dry
So it isn't suicide
But pain is still a fact of life

You've got to come and let it out
Rid yourself of aching doubt
Don't control yourself for once
And you might have some fun

Bottling up problems only means you preserve them
Let them air out, you don't deserve them
Let the pain just blow away
Why don't you come out and play?

There's no such thing as an original problem
The world always knows how to solve them
Don't think that we won't understand
Bring your ego down to land

You decide the size of your problems
Out in the open they seem much smaller
The eyes of those who understand
Turn mountains into grains of sand

Bottling up problems only means you preserve them
Let them air out cause you don't deserve them
Let your pain just blow away
Come on out and play

You've got a dirty little secret
Your soul has got a small black mark
Discover the secret that everyone learns:
A secret's only dirty when it's hidden in the dark.



You've got a dirty little secret, but you never mention it, you never do anything about it, you blank it from your mind but it always comes back with a vengeance. You think everyone else suspects, but nobody really has a clue, paranoia claws at you. It's not a problem or so you think, it doesn't drive you to drink, you don't sob into your pillow, you don't cut your wrists for fun. But you don't have to be suicidal, the pain is still real (hun?). You've got to learn to let it out, you've got to be able to scream and shout, bottling up your problems only means they are preserved. Let them air out and blow away, why don't you come out and play, everybody cares for you but no one gives a damn. There's no such thing as an original problem, everyone's had them and everyone's solved them. You underestimate our understanding, bring your ego for a landing, you decide the size of your problems so bring them outside and they'll seem so much smaller. Secrets just look dirty 'cause they're hidden in the dark.


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