You taunt me and you mock me, this secret of yours withhold
yet I spied and pried discreetly, and sorry was my tortured soul--
that I could ever betray your trust to this secret now of old.
Curiosity is not worth knowing stories better left untold.
The whisperings now grow louder, and the glares burn more intense.
Paranoid now becomes of you, as for me-- guilt clenches 'round my neck--
it's merciless claws take hold of me, squeezing me of any sense.
Apologies gone unforgiven leaves the two of us in offense.
For you, life must be hell. Yet at least you can relax somewhat.
You would've kept it bottled up and eventually come to worse--
But now, you can forget it all --the truth's no longer shut.
Yet you never thanked me, and you deny the whole rebut.
Now me, on the other hand...I have to fare the worse in this.
Your opinions mean much more to me, than the mutterings of them.
You see, I've lost a friend--the best of friends--with this secret gone amiss
And my eyes are shrouded, blinded even, by this truth I know exists.
Never let it be untold that ignorance is bliss.
