The Box - Mourning (A) Blkstar

For all we have is secrets

Little one

I sleep when you are hiding

You pretend that you don’t cut

As if they would never know

That your arms are score cards

Tumbling 'round

See you hiding like it’s a secret

But your scars shine like stars

In my pocket

Stop tumbling down

Is it because he reminds you of your father

So love is alright with slights

Or is it 'cause you learn to take it

From your mother that you despise

The dead walk in your eyes

Little one

I sleep when you are crying

'Cause you pretend you don’t

Secrets