There's more than one of them
But each is so very deadly
I don't want to let you know
Because of what you'll think of me

You'll call me a cheat
You'll call me a liar
And if I tell only you
It'll still spread like wildfire

Then they'll call me a harlot
And they'll call me insane
I'd crash and burn
I can't handle those names

You'll never know my secrets
You shouldn't've expected me to tell
Last time I told my secrets
Well, that was the last time I fell