Take a step back, and deny the truth

Desperate for the proof

Opening my eyes to my unseen youth

Poison buries my body into an unrelenting shape

Taking every precaution to escape

Coming out with nothing but a scrape

Underlining every word that could be truth

Always looking for some sort of proof

Reminiscing on my youth

Bending so unruly out of shape

Desperate for any kind of escape

All that’s left is this awful scrape