Close To My Chest

I can't cry in front of my own mom.

It's just something I have never done.

I choke down sadness in one bite,

And move on without thinking twice.

I can't tell my dad I found the one.

He asks, but still, the words won't come.

He thinks it's because I can't decide,

But really, I'm just terrified.

I keep my feelings close to my chest.

Oh, I give it my best.

But I get defensive

When somebody wants in.

My heart's in a locked cage.

I like it better that way.

For the worst or best,

I keep it close to my chest.

Keep it close to my chest.

I lash out at the one I love.

He tells me, "Don't bottle things up."

I wouldn't blame him if he leaves.

Thank God he's more patient than me.

I'm only honest when I sing out.

Everything else is watered down.

It's not something I would recommend—

More trauma than a benefit.

I keep my feelings close to my chest.

Oh, I give it my best.

But I get defensive

When somebody wants in.

My heart's in a locked cage.

I like it better that way.

For the worst or best,

I keep it close to my chest.

Keep it close to my chest.

I keep my feelings close to my chest.

Oh, I give it my best.

But I get defensive

When somebody wants in.

My heart's in a locked cage.

I like it better that way.

For the worst or best,

I keep it close to my chest.

Keep it close to my chest.