Curves of Truth

Back in two thousand and eight,

I was only nine

Drawing curves on a page,

trying to pass the time

They looked at my paper

and they thought it was wrong

But I was just searching for where I belong (where I belong)

It wasn't a phase,

it wasn't a game

Just a quiet design I couldn't yet name

My hands knew the shape of the truth inside

Before I had the words or a place to hide (yeah)

Caught at a school computer,

looking up a screen

Searching for the secrets

of what I had seen

They called it curiosity,

they called it a mistake

But it was just the first real step I had to take

(first step, yeah)

I wasn't like the other boys!

I am finally free!