Open

Opening is a bad thing, At least it is if you’re me, They see right down to my soul, And sometimes that hurts; I know I want to, I want them to see my soul, I want them to see me for me, But once you open your soul, Something leaves it; If I open my soul too much, The thing I lose doesn’t come back, Then I slip down and down, And just don’t feel quite right, I know something is a little off; Did you take something with you? When I let you in, Or was it my fault? Was I too careless, And lose what I had? The depression will subside, About going completely away? I really don’t know, I’ll tell when I know, Until then I’ll just wait; Before I let you in, I’d never really been down here, I’d always been mostly happy, But something obviously changed, I’m not the same as I used to be; Letting you see into my soul, That was not a mistake, But now I have pain, I hope it was worth it, Just for you; Maybe I gave it to you, So now you’re happy, You can stop coming down here, And take my place up there, Such is the price for opening my soul.