You see the bruises and you see the cuts,
But all I can do
Is say something not true.
"I fell off my bike." I say
There's nothing you can do to keep the lies at bay.
"I tripped on a hill." My tongue forms,
Yet I know I what you see is my doing.
Can you see the dread and sadness brewing?
But look into my eyes.
Can't you see past the lies?
