I try to put myself into 
Someone else's point of view
To see what the perception is 
Of someone like you

Why can't I decode all these things you've spun
We're not even close to being done
You might think, You've won

For years your mind coexists
With the lies you try to twist
No matter how hard you insist
You've always missed 

Why can't I decode all these things you've spun
We're not even close to being done
You might think, You've won

Shut the front door, I think they're on our case
There's not much more time that we can waste
Where have you been, Somewhere in between?
Are there any witnesses that can place you at the scene?