I was born in the eye of a hurricane,
False calm before down it all came.
It prepared me for life,
It prepared me for your knife.

I knew who I was, at least that's what I thought.
Apparently not.
You tore me apart,
You broke my heart.

One two,
Hesitating, wait for your cue.
Breathe in between,
The damaging scenes.

And I'll raise my head up high,
Even when I need to cry.
I'll keep a smile on my face,
Even when it threatens to break.

I won't let you see,
How much you have hurt me.
I won't let you in,
I won't make that mistake again.

I'll just stay back here,
Hopefully I'll disappear.
Not that you would care,
Not while you're standing there.

Maybe in a few days or months, you'll remember me.
Maybe you'll remember how I told you we could be infinity.
Maybe you'll smile and laugh, while I'm still crying.
Maybe you'll see that while I told the truth, you took it like I was lying.