My eyes hide stories that no lips have enough words to tell; So, when people came too close I used to look away My hands hide stories that no touch has enough skin to feel; So, when people came to take my hand I used to pull it back My chest hides stories that nobody has enough heartbeats to hear; So, when people came to hug me I used to keep my distance My stories were not ordinary; So, when people came to listen I used to stutter and push them away My stories were no ordinary stories; they used to keep me hostage until you came and showed me the other side of me, until you came and set me free.