I've been roaming around, always looking down and all I see, painted faces fill the places I can't reach. You know that I could use somebody Someone like you

So lately I've been wishing I had a secret. Not a terrible, life-endangering kind. Just a quiet one. The kind I could hide under my bed or beneath the clutter in my closet. The kind you take out and look at but always put back away.One that no one would know but me. Why? You may ask. Why do you want a secret? Because someday I want someone to know everything there is to know about me. I want to be able to say, without any doubt, "that person knows me better than anyone else" and for it to be the truth.