Everyday we get "closer," you and me,
Whoever you may seem to really be,
I'm promised I've got a future and such,
You wont seem to be "bothered too  much,"
If I just listen well I'll make the part,
This life will be perfect, a "piece of art."

As the years role by I never care to listen,
The days get longer. You're on your mission.
It's this strange idea you hold some esteem,
To be the one who will somehow teach me,
If I just listen you'll let me be, you'll see!
But it just doesn't seem to get through,
No matter how much guilt you see
I'm never going to be conned by you.

All through my life they've played make-believe,
What they plan to do once they've gotten through to me,
I'm always on the receiving end, a small hopeless waste,
I've got to be shown how bad I am-what a disgrace!
I'll never listen until the day I die, MY WHOLE LIFE,
Almost anyone-if not everyone-is a total stinking lie!!!