I'm trying hard to tell about my mind...
but my tongue starts twisting again.
Dont ask the mask.
It's a conversation I cant face.
And I'm trying hard to tell about my pain,
now the tears are falling again.
Dont laugh,
laugh and I alone would hurt.

For all the bumps on the way
the short cuts I chose to take OK.
I'm not so brave.
I'm not so brave...
I need a change.

And I'm trying hard to whisper out my sins,
my skeletons are knocking again.
The closet,forget it,
it's my private universe.
And like my life it's been a house,
the way I've always crawled through the back door.
Oh well,I guess I'm not so brave.

For all the bumps on the way
the short cuts I'd rather take OK.
I'm not so brave.
I'm not so brave.
I need a change.
I'm not so brave.
I think I need a change.

I'm trying hard to tell about my love...
Sure my heart starts bleeding again.
Dont cry,dont cry.
There are promises that I cant make...
As I'm trying hard to tell about my life...
Now my pride is hiding again...
Oh why...