Love me, love me, pay me attention
Your words are his passion, he's damage prevention
Come in closer, I'll smell out your weakness
I'll pull you in with my manners and meekness
Feed my ego, I'm a self-diagnosis
Doctor Doctor, what is my prognosis
Well it doesn't look good, take a step back I would,
You're transparency clear to me
Cynical, psychotic, your head is a mess
No one's looking at you,
Won't you give it a rest
Your delusions of grandeur are rather restrained
The fact that you're easy is the only reason he stays.
Dresses so tight, they wonder how are you breathing
Every event you're at, they count down to when you're leaving
You've got no nothing but words to make us feel small
Sweetheart, it is tragic how you think that you've got it all
Cynical, psychotic, your head is a mess
No one's looking at you,
Won't you give it a rest
Your delusions of grandeur are rather restrained
The fact that you're easy is the only reason he stays.
So don't be flattered,
You're hardly my muse
You make me so angry
Thought I'd put it to use
We see through your lies,
And your harlequin disguise
Let you into our lives,
How could we be so blind
How long will it take to see that we're all fake too?
Can't you see your story's fiction?
You're just a walking predictable
I see you're just a habit, here's my back, why don't you stab it?
Don't kid yourself that it's not this way
You're just a cheap cliche
A cheap cliche
Just a cheap cliche
