Welcome Inside My Head · Track 11

Nobody Can Know

Caitlin Beadles3:32Out now

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Lyrics

Verse 1

Spent months rebuilding what you broke,

Now one glance and I’m back in smoke.

Therapist says, “You’ve grown, you’re free,”

Then your eyes undo the therapy.

Got people preaching what I deserve,

Holy love and steady nerve.

But baby, your chaos feels like home,

And I can’t quit what’s in my bones.

Pre-Chorus

It’s not good, it’s not smart,

But you still know the code to my heart.

Chorus

So nobody can know,

That I still drive where I said I won’t go.

I hide my halo, wear your sin,

Let you ruin me all over again.

They think I’m healed, they think I’ve grown—

So nobody can know.

Verse 2

You text, “I miss you,” just to test,

And I fall back like it’s reflex.

I know you’re still out there playing games,

And I hate that I still love the flames.

I talk about boundaries, say I’m done,

But my self-control’s on the run.

You look at me—I cave, I melt,

And call the poison something else.

Pre-Chorus

It’s not right, it’s not fair,

But damn it, I still meet you there.

Chorus

So nobody can know,

That I still crave what I outgrew long ago.

You touch my skin, my logic goes,

And I forget all that I know.

I play it cool, I keep it low—

’Cause nobody can know.

Bridge

I’ve had angels in my corner,

Showing me what love should be.

But I still chase the storm that warns

There’s no safety loving me.

I keep my sins in pretty boxes,

Labeled “closure” so they’ll glow.

If they ask where I’ve been lately,

Say, “You don’t wanna know.”

Final Chorus

Nobody can know,

That you still haunt the parts I won’t show.

I preach self-worth and I mean it too,

Except when I’m tangled up with you.

It’s twisted, I hate it, I let it flow—

So nobody can know.

Outro

Yeah, I know it’s wrong,

But it feels like home.

So nobody… nobody can know.

From the notebook

The handwritten lyric page

Nobody Can Know

Your chaos
feels like home.

I hide my halo,
wear your sin.

I preach self-worth
and I mean it too.

Nobody can know. ♡

Behind the song

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“I keep my sins in pretty boxes, labeled ‘closure’ so they’ll glow.”

I wrote Nobody Can Know about the shame of returning to something I worked so hard to outgrow. I can understand the pattern, rebuild what it broke, talk about boundaries, and genuinely believe I deserve better—then one familiar look can make the old chaos feel like home again.

The secret becomes another weight to carry. Everyone sees the healing, the growth, and the version of me who knows her worth, while I hide the places where my logic still disappears. I put the choices in pretty boxes and call them closure because admitting the truth feels like disappointing everyone who believed I was free.

This song does not erase the progress I have made. It tells the harder truth that growth and old attachment can exist at the same time. The part of me that preaches self-worth means every word; the part still tangled in the storm is real too. Nobody Can Know is what happens when I finally let that hidden contradiction speak.

— Caitlin

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