but this was a secret i felt i could keep. it was my dirty little secret. the thing i kept personal. my last remaining scrap of safety. it was private knowledge. something i dont get anymore. everything is everyones business, whether you care or not. yes, this may be why.
this pressure i've felt all my life, but never this severe. this is why i started.
the pain has been familiar. this is why i continued.
all of a sudden i have everyone imposing on my privacy. this is why i like it.
i need my own secrets. this is why i'm addicted.
i'm not always as alone as i think i am. this is why i need to stop.
but the pressure just gets worse. this is why it's harder.
i'm almost free of the burden. this is why i will stop...
no matter what it takes...