I'm broken but I'm trying

I'm cold but I'm laughing

Warm but I'm crying

Don't break down my walls

There's too much to hide. 

Too much to save in bottles of regret and remorse

All those bottles might scare you away

So don't pry

You won't like what you find

But I still want you around

Hypocrisy at its finest, you see
I hope you'll understand, because once you know

It'll be up to you, whether to stay or go

I can't rob that of you

So choose, but know

that you'll just be another bottle, hidden away for someone else to find