There are so many things I do in secret, to show you that I love you.
Things I do in secret, even though you'll never know.
But I am a sea of chaos, only waves of confusion going on and on.
Sometimes my thoughts are not my thoughts.
I've borrowed them from some place else, I've stole them form somebody else.
I do everything I have at hand to keep myself from being happy.
These thoughts, these thoughts.