You get high on the power your ego desires You place yourself on a tower, but my love you're a liar Your hypocritical ways are like fuel to a fire A something so trivial can become somewhat dire Tell me why must it be I who should speak my words more carefully? Sit here and listen to you go on and spit a bit more disrespect at me? 'Cause poor little you, who thinks their life should be catered You always play the victim and us realists are the haters The saddest part about this is, ignorance is among your problems And its plain to see that it's your bliss, so I'm not sure how you plan to solve them