I know who my friends are.
I know what's worth the while.
Still can't believe I've come this far.
With my heart, panic stricken, still on trial.
The world is a different place.
This much is true.
Now that I've reconstructed my face.
I'll deconstruct you.
I know who my friends are.
And most of them aren't.
I'll keep them as a scar.
To remind me of my part.
Nothing could prove to me more
So just lower you guard, if you know what it is.
I grew up to be a crisis, you grew up a whore.
Because as far as I know, you aren't even Liz.
