• Take my hand,
    let me show you why.
    You've never seen how much I play,
    and why I've always been this way.
    Your nightmares are heard always by them,
    though mine are always hidden within.

    Take my hand,
    and let me tell you.
    Let me show you how blind you've been,
    to every little hint that I've given.
    Every little secret that I hold,
    you are the one who I have told.
    You tell the words and try to see,
    what's really going on inside of me.

    Take my hand,
    and leave me here.
    For you are the one that cannot see.
    The one who's only leading me away.
    One little secret you cannot keep,
    so tell me one thing before I sleep.

    Would you take my hand if I need you?
    Would you open your eyes and tell me,
    That you are proud of how I grew.
    And that you wouldn't tell me,
    That we're through.