Stop Hiding

You've got secrets to hide

And mistakes to cover;

You don't trust your best friend,

So you're finding another.

You like your grays

More than the blacks and the whites;

Day time comes, and you wish it was night.

REFRAIN(?):

Oh, my friend,

I can tell you think you're broken.

You're always trying to change yourself;

You're a mix of contradictions.

Oh, my friend,

I can see you don't know who you're meant to be.

You've got a long line of ex-friends on your shelf,

And you're whoever you think will make them pleased.

But oh, my friend, just listen to me;

You're the only one you're ever gonna be.

Promise me you'll stop hiding.