see, the truth is a funny thing

it's all warped in my head

all the memories that you bring

the wrong words fall out instead

so maybe i'm painting a picture 

of a monster's silhouette

you see my broken, you can't fix her

you don't owe me any debts

why can't we take an eraser

and wipe away all my past

me before, you shouldn't face her

my only excuse is that you asked

the half-truths drip from my tongue

destroying someone else's name

i'm making mistakes, the wrong bells rung

and now you hate him all the same

the monster's in my head, can't you see?

words are too delicate to put your trust

have my heart instead, just take all of me

and ignore all the ghost tales we've discussed

frankly, i hate and crave the truth

i can't tell if i'm crazy or a liar

i can't recall a bit of my youth

all i know is my soul's on fire