Like most kids I played with fire
On the railroad tracks I nearly died
Some pain inflicted upon myself
Not all trial and error brings succes I guess
All this time you've been around
Taking notice of the damage done
The bleeding noses broken hearts
Adding colour to our daily existence
So I can glamourise my past
Still I am glad to be here now
And even happier that
I don't have to go through that again
This time in control
I'll lie about my past, and for some reason
I don't feel I have much to confess
This time in control
I'll lie about my past
For I feel blessed that I don't have to go through that again
This time in control
I'll lie about my past, and for some reason
I don't have that much left to confess
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