You say you know me better than I know myself,
Well, what the fuck?
You say you're the only one
Who can fix my broken life,
Well, what the fuck?
My life ain't broken,
It's just a bit out of 'your' box.
And who the hell are you to fix my life?
It ain't your buisness anymore.
So stop preaching,
It makes me homicidal
Then there goes the age old saying,
Don't look at the 80% of troubles,
Enjoy the 20% of whatever's right.
Screw you,
I choose to be 20% blind,
While you the otherwise.
And for the next time you come to me with those pretty little advice of yours,
Fuck you.