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.
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.