Opening is a bad thing,
At least it is if you're me;

If I open too much they know,
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 I 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 it going completely away?
I really don't know,
I'll tell you 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.