Mistake No. 3

You can't bystand all the people

Stand them on their own

They will fall to pieces

So we watch them grow

Into strange and pretty faces

I don't know

Clutching to my lipstick traces

Watch them go

Make Mistake Number 3

It's strange how much it changes

How they want to know

How cynical are people

That's where children go

Dragged into a conversation

They can't hold

It's so sad but it prepares them

For the mould

Make Mistake Number 3

Why is my love like an ocean run dry?

And why is my love

such a struggle with life?

You can't bystand all the people

Stand them on their own

They will fall to pieces

So we watch them grow

Make Mistake Number 3