The Blood That Came From My Shin Was Dark Red

Remember the day
I jumped and missed the stage
And busted my leg?
Remember the time
I misread the signs
And made a fool of myself?

My scratches and scars 
Don't indicate that my life's been hard;
Just that I've made
Some stupid mistakes.

Should I make up a story
To prove I'm not boring?
I doubt you'd fall for that.