Silly you.
You walk around without a clue.
Or maybe this is your game,
your never ending play by play, day after day.
There aren't enough words that do you justice,
Egotistical. Ignorant. Unrighteous.
You cry and you beg, you don't know why your life's mess.
You feel betrayed, used, second best.
You don't want help, you want pity.
But you made your bed, honey, prepare to lie in it
You push away those who care, you push away those that make you scared
to be yourself or the person you might find deep within
I see right through you, this you've come to know,
So now you've pushed to far, I hope you know, how to go it alone.