Falling

I'm stranger than most of the fellas you've met.

Strange, 'cause when I was young, I fell on my head.

I was racing on rooftops, with a friend, on our school.

We thought we were ninjas; thought it would be cool

to get on the roof. We broke all the rules.

I won the race down, now I'm just a fool.

A gullible genius, I fall really hard.

Like, when I fell that day, down to the yard.

It wasn't a yard like a lawn with some grass.

It was the basketball court: asphalt with some gravel.

My face hit so hard; hit so many times

that I chipped a tooth and fractured my mind.

Paralyzed for a week; slow to move for three months.

My brother, he fed me my breakfast and lunch.

Now I've a bunch of misfits in my brain.

They're all in to get me and make me insane.

I learned about them after 'bout seven years

when voices from my head, I started to hear.

I've got the ability to see through a lie,

but only if I get to see liars' eyes.

I cannot be trusted if your intention is foul.

I'll see it. Believe it. I'll go on the prowl.

I hunt like a leopard. I'm swift, like a snake.

My biggest mistake is loving people who hate me.

I'm stranger than that but it's hard to detail

without giving specifics of my journey through Hell.

I'm begging you, PLEASE NEVER TELL ME A LIE.

I'll find out, throw a tantrum. You'll tell me, "Goodbye!

Good riddance to you!" I've heard it before

from my own family, slamming the door!

I'm here, on the farm, but I don't get along

with the people who live here: my sister and mom.

I've abandoned the dream of farming from here.

I'm going to somewhere, just where isn't clear.

No matter where I go, I know this is true.

I'm in love with a stranger. That stranger is you.