You really want to know what makes me tick?
This guy I know; he acts like a prick.
Does everything in his power to ruin our weeks
Doesn't consider thinking before he speaks
He takes liquid poison, drowns the pain away
Cuz' the feelings he gets; he thinks they're gay
Everyday he inhales the aura of vile
The only thing that seems to make him smile
Woke up one day, Was it all a dream?
To me, that's all it really seemed
I look in the mirror, and guess what I see?
The prick I was talking about was really me