I've written lies before
worn them on my face without a care to give
disappeared from public's eye as I still am
through others' eyes I do not wish to be seen
I have conjured up a testament of tests I'm going through
the future will indeed enlighten what's going to become of me
but now I'm at this stage of curious intentions
at a stage of mislead decisions
moving too fast mistakes
I'm healing myself by breaking my arm to take the pain
away from my heart