Like most kids I played with fireOn the railroad tracks I nearly diedSome pain inflicted upon myselfNot all trial and error brings succes I guessAll this time you’ve been aroundTaking notice of the damage doneThe bleeding noses broken heartsAdding colour to our daily existenceSo I can glamourise my pastStill I am glad to be here nowAnd even happier thatI don’t have to go through that againThis time in controlI’ll lie about my past, and for some reasonI don’t feel I have much to confessThis time in controlI’ll lie about my pastFor I feel blessed that I don’t have to go through that againThis time in controlI’ll lie about my past, and for some reasonI don’t have that much left to confess