tense and nervous, and I can't relax
so I let my mind wander
but it always takes me to the same place
and I find
   it has betrayed me again
my real enemy is me,
and I have no real friends,
only false prophets trying to deliver
   me from happiness.
do you disagree, fancy dancer?
your footwork foreshadows incredible skills,
skills I could use if I could count on you
but your priorities are elsewhere.
but it's all in good fun, right?
everything's legal and fun is what's right
where there isn't any wrong, but shouldn't
it be wrong when it hurts this much?