Me Me Me Me
To butcher Creep by wise Radiohead
Can express the things you’ve never said
To love oneself so much is quite an obsession
You wish you were an angel who was so fuckin’ special.
Instead you’re a cliché, a spectacular one
Surrounded by strangers, and trappings, such fun
Searching out something so precious a life
A trail left behind of carnage and strife.
Why won’t people just let you live as you want?
The only real answers to that are so blunt
Yet still you don’t listen you want to be free!
“It’s all about me, me, me, me, me, ME!”