If you really knew me...

The fact is, that won't ever happen. I can be honest with everyone, but I'm still pretending.

I'm pretending, and I'm really, really good at it.

My front goes up, though. I tell you my secrets, and you're set. You think you know everything because I've never lied. 

But the fact is, the more I tell you, the more I'm covering up.

I was raped, I cut, I burn, I cry. I hurt, I drink, I smoke, I want to die. What could be worse than that?

There's everything inside.

And you're never getting in.