❝ i'd rather pretend i'm something better than these broken parts,
pretend i'm something other than this mess that i am.

'cause then i don't have to look at it,
and no one gets to look at it.
no, no one can really see.

'cause i've learned to slam on the break,
before i even turn the key,
before i make the mistake,
before i lead with the worst of me.

i never let them see the worst of me.

'cause what if everyone saw?
and what if everyone knew?
would they like what they saw?
or would they hate it too?

well i just keep on running away from what's true,
all i ever do is run. ❞