Tell me, who is it that this remind's you of?
Is it wrong that I don't care?
Is it wrong that I don't want to share?
Is it wrong that I don't love you, that I don't like you, that I don't want to know what's wrong?
It's wrong because you say it is, that's all there is to it. If I ask you why, you won't answer me, but change the subject or lie.
You're a hypocrite, a lier and a manipulative tyrant all rolled into one.
But you've played me so well, I don't know what's real anymore.
You've played me so well, I can't be sure that what I think is even true.
So hello, good morning, and good day.
I'm leaving now, and really, don't be suprised that this is good bye.
I'll tell you who it remind's me of.
Mother, dearest. Mother dearest, it does.