Wrapped Up In Yourself

You're concieted and you dont get it

You bite the hand that feeds

I try tell you that your good,

And you snap back at me.

You never talk about anyone but yourself

In your life, you always come first

You seem to think that I am obsoleite

When really, it's the other way around.

Yes, your good at what you do,

But not as good as you say.

You hate it when we poke fun at you

When you do it to me at all times.

And so I say, Im done with you

Unless you learn to change

You talk and talk about yourself,

But now, with no one at your side.