Fine then, I won't tell you where it hurts. I won't spill
anymore, I'll keep it all hidden behind the curtains. It'll be
just another mess to clean up, something else to sweep beneath
the rug. I won't burden you with my emotional baggage, I'll keep
to myself all this personal wreckage. So now don't you dare
advance at me with warm intentions, when you've forced me to
become like this. My heart beats loud but I don't feel with it.