"Lately I've been thinking that you're just out of the question,
and no I don't have an answer as to why".
Enormous changes at the last second end up to equal the way we measure people.
Maybe, just maybe I will learn that I got what I deserved.
And you said
"I should have came prepared for this conversation".
As words you didn't mean squeezed through your teeth, resting on your lips.
And I'll admit that I haven't been this scared of skeletons since I was just a kid.
I admire the strength that it must take to look me in the face
and spill your guts, knowing that you're fake.
You call me a liar, you call me a mistake...
But we both know the truth.
You call me a liar, you call me a mistake.
Well maybe you got what you deserved.
Call me a liar, but you were just a mistake.

Where is your heart tonight?
Which bed does it hide under now?
I hope you get answers from your mirrors with overtones.