Secret

From the end of my nose
To the tips of my toes
a stinging itch that I can't allay
As if from the thorns of a crimson rose

This uncomfortable feeling just won't go away
No matter what I do it's here to stay
Until out of my lips I let the secret burst
I'll feel sick and uneasy for the rest of the day

My throat is parched and my lips are pursed
Like that of a man dying of thirst
I need to tell someone, need to tell someone...
Oh, my blabbering mouth be cursed!

It's all said and done
Pulled the trigger of the gun
I just had to tell someone...
I just had to tell someone...