These secrets that we share, these truths we keep from each other.
We're born and raised like this I suppose, and from experience it keeps growing more deceitful. These stupid little secrets that come to mean so much more than they had to, or that actually meant a lot the whole time.
Perhaps would have changed the course of destination, but were kept to prevent that.
Still, those secrets are kept somewhere, by someone, sometimes by the wrong someones. And they reappear, and they haunt us, and they never let go.
All those secrets that we share. Just not with each other.