Page 68 of Goode to Be Bad

Putting back up what you took down

Hardening everything you softened

Burying what you dug up

Because I’m a faker, boy

A baker of lies

A maker of secrets

Master of disguise

I’m a mason, boy,

Builder of walls

Stacker of bricks

Thicker than skin

And harder than steel

Miles high and fathoms deep

Hiding what’s real

And all while you sleep

I want to let you in

Wish you could see

Wish I could say

Wish I could show you

More than just the pretty me

Wish I had the courage to be

Wish I was bold enough to be

The ugliest me

To tear down the walls and the secrecy

It’s not that I don’t trust you

It’s not that I don’t want what you’re offering

It’s just that I’m afraid to show you

Afraid to reveal

Afraid you won’t like

Afraid you won’t love