Cheap Cliche

Love me, love me, pay me attention Your words are his passion, he's damage prevention Come in closer, I'll smell out your weakness I'll pull you in with my manners and meekness Feed my ego, I'm a self-diagnosis Doctor Doctor, what is my prognosis Well it doesn't look good, take a step back I would, You're transparency clear to me Cynical, psychotic, your head is a mess No one's looking at you, Won't you give it a rest Your delusions of grandeur are rather restrained The fact that you're easy is the only reason he stays. Dresses so tight, they wonder how are you breathing Every event you're at, they count down to when you're leaving You've got no nothing but words to make us feel small Sweetheart, it is tragic how you think that you've got it all Cynical, psychotic, your head is a mess No one's looking at you, Won't you give it a rest Your delusions of grandeur are rather restrained The fact that you're easy is the only reason he stays. So don't be flattered, You're hardly my muse You make me so angry Thought I'd put it to use We see through your lies, And your harlequin disguise Let you into our lives, how could we be so blind How long will it take to see that we're all fake too? Can't you see your story's fiction? You're just a walking predictable I see you're just a habit, here's my back, why don't you stab it? Don't kid yourself that it's not this way You're just a cheap cliche A cheap cliche Just a cheap cliche