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Yes, you mess with me
Get under my skin
With little tact
It's a sin
And you wonder why anyone
Couldn't absolutely love you
Yes, you think you can hang
You do a pretty good job of pretending
But you don't know anything
You're weak
You shield yourself with comfort
Insanity is a straight jacket
Your words a nasal racket
A mess, yes, that I just can't deal with
Your whole cypher is a myth
Your whole life you've missed
The point
Still young yet
Your parents mistakes in front of you
Like a path to take, a road clearly strewn
And you know your doomed fate
You take from others
As if their words were just free
You envelope trust and breed honesty
In others, you do this as a crutch
To your own perceived inabilities
Yes, you make me angry
Because you do not know anything
You just pretend that you do
Lie that it is true
Yes, I know you
Yes, I know your ignorance
Yes, I regret not knowing sooner