Go on
Tell me I’m lying
Tell me I’m making it up
Like I make everything else up
Look me in the eyes
LOOK ME IN THE EYES
AND TELL ME I’M LYING
I’M ALWAYS LYING, AREN’T I

It’s always somehow me
Always my problem
My fault
Scapegoat
Scapegoat
Scapegoat
Ungrateful
Brat
Who doesn’t see all that you do for me
My fault
My bad
For not being ok
I must be lying
Because you’re perfect

If I’m such a liar
Why do you spew all that **** about trust
If you already think I’m faking everything
Why should I tell you the truth
The biggest lie I tell you is that
I’m fine
Because the second I’m not
I’m being a bad daughter
I’m overreacting
Ungrateful
Doesn’t matter how many times I say thank you
“Ava, it’s just a napkin, you don’t have to thank me four times”
Doesn’t matter how much I say I’m sorry
“Ava, it was an accident, all you did was spill some water, it’s not a big deal”

Don’t mind me
It’s my fault
Right?
My fault for wanting to talk to somebody
Who cares
A rarity
My bad for trusting people with my secrets
I’ve learned my lesson now
But I’m not isolated by choice
My fault
My fault
I hate being so smart
If I had a little less common sense
I’d run away
But that would be my fault too

Will it still be my fault
When I leave
And never
Return?