It Hurts So Much To Fail, But Much More To Be A Clone Of You

Who took the wheel in this conversation tonight?
I feel like the audience is watching with baited breath
For the next string of obscenities to leave our lips
And float like the smell of rotting carcass into the city street.

Please forgive my manners!
I forgot what it felt like to hate somebody this much
And I don't feel as if you deserve a place in my heart anymore
Much less in my life, pardon me if you think otherwise.

This merry-go-round keeps spinning me faster
All I wanted was a ticket off this one way street
My nightmares are your expectations of me
So tell me how it hurts when I fuck it up and fail.

I don't give a damn what you want of me
The lights dim on this hollow, empty stage
When the curtain closes and the final bell tolls
I'd rather be dead then have to see your face again.