Dirty Little Secret
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.
