Of the secrets, lies and the closet

A walking radio, a head of mouths
A casual encounter, a day in the counter
Says 'I know you, I know you'.
A talking head, a head of mouths
Screams ‘I know you, I know you’.

But how can anyone know me
When I know that no one truly knew me.
May be I told you tales
Perhaps tall tales...
Perhaps a day in my life.
But how can you know me
When I never told you of my secrets?

For I'm a keeper of secrets
And I have countless secrets
Secrets I never told
For I'm a keeper of secrets.

So how can you truly know me
A life full of hidden secrets
A life that's a lie
For I no longer know what's secret and what's lie
And what lies cover what truth
Or what truth is hidden in that lie?
I'll never know...and I can never know.

So how can you know me,
When I don't know who I am?
How can you truly know me?