You've convinced me somehow somehow against my will that I'd be better off if only I would take the pill and plunge down with you to where you make your fictions and your little buddies hide out and nurse on your addictions think of new ways to deceive us Only now I'll be in on the joke
I can't discover why you're cruel why you always lead me on to the point I can't go on though you promise me relief You give a look of sympathy even offer up a body but walk over me and leave for days or weeks at a time to keep me thinking of you or to contemplate your next crime which will leave me feeling helpless but above all more involved with something I still can't understand
I've been patient long enough and I want some answers now How can you keep saying it's for my good? Count me out
There must be something I can do must be some way to break free because the game is killing me I can see that you're amused but I can't take much more abuse and you will always sow the doubt that I'll be happy when I'm out I'm at the door, you're already gone.