pysche

you still act like such a psycho
start to think it's not an act
you make up lies about me
then proclaim them all as fact

you constantly harass me
make me wish that I were dead
then have the nerve to tell me
that my diaries you've read

as if that's not bad enough
you try to offer me advice
did no-one ever teach you
that prying's just not nice?!

you really take the biscuit
you seem to want control
of my inner thoughts and feelings
my heart, my mind, my soul