You pride yourself on being rather shrewd And yet you never show me gratitude I'm sick and tired of playing your dumb game I'm hurt and you're the one to blame
I just wanna will it away But even now, you taunt me still You pretend to think it's okay That I'm the one that holds your quill
I hope when you think about the things you say That you know you need me; I don't need you And you knew not to shoot your messenger (Well, if you didn't, then now you do)
I just wanna will it away But even now, you taunt me still You pretend to think it's okay That I'm the one that holds your quill