Take me back to grandma's path,
Where perception was altered by the mere presences, and pure innocents
of glassy childish eyes.
The holy act of honestly not knowing.
I never knew better than this.
This was nothing, but a sense of bliss.
Innocent lies I told myself, just to act out as if they were true
(Children play pretend anyway, right?)
I never knew, I never knew.
I force myself to believe all these pretty things.
Even then I saw lies beginning to surface.
I pushed them away,
"You're not supposed to be aware"
"You're supposed to care"
"Keep your innocence, play along, play along, play along"
So take me back to grandma's path,
When I didn't know what I was.
Where I dug for answers.
Where I should've left these so called 'truths' alone.
I saw the filter before my eyes dissipate.
I should've left them alone.
I should've left them alone.
Hiding away silently, trembling, and too afraid.
Because if you look hard enough
You'll find where the truth lies.
