i ve got a pocket full of secrets nobody knows what i keep in it seams come undone the more i fill it and i m dragging them on would you still love me if i never made a damn thing of myself if i turned my back on everything i ve known would you still hold me if i cried for the part of me that died from the thought of doing all of this alone i ve got a closet full of regrets boxed up and placed where i can t see them seems they re never out of my head and i m always out of my head and i m draggin them on 