There is a deep side of me.
A side no one knows.
I don’t give any attention
To this side
When I’m alone and darkness falls
I go to the deep side.
I find way deep in me
I’m unhappy.
It’s something indescribable.
This side of me.
I don’t know who I am.
I guess no one knows.
In this deep side there is fear and mourning
The last time someone was in there
He burned down the paradise in me
Now I don’t go there anymore.
I keep closed, locked down.
So that no one will ever know.
This is the reason why I am
My deep side is a scoured soul.
For no one to ever know.
And to the world I’ll appear shallow.
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