As I lie here on my bed, I can't help but think of all the lies I've been fed.
Starting from when I was only two, all the way up my first "I love you".
But see where they've gotten me? Sometimes I think the opposite of truth is the key.
The key to my mind, the key to my heart. So when I think about it, why would I wanna go back and restart?
Those lies created my mind and opened my eyes. They were nothing more than the perfect disguise.