Egotistic Genocide.

Now we're far from these moments,
And I'll stand tall, as perfect aim,
In the end, the only thing to gain,
Is empty satisfaction,
In a broken, conceited fashion.
There's so much you could shout about,
So scream and let live.
Because the day you bite your tongue,
Is the day I learn I'm wrong.
Won't you prove me wrong?
Baby, there's just no need for this.
But you're desperately suppressed,
Such a cut above the rest,
With your scuffed shoes and,
In these specious situations,
I only have eyes for you, dear,
The ones that lies were told through,
For only you to hear.
But this isn't a matter of need and greed,
It's pride and egos in overdrive.
It's a social infidelity,
So let's not ruin the sentiment.
Don't try playing games with me,
'Cause I'm everything you underestimated,
You ever imagined I could be.
I'll compensate in a dramatic act,
For self-control and subtleties you lack.
I'll be more abbrasive, be more bold,
It's just a little foreplay,
You like it this way, as far as I'm told.
Don't act strong, it's not what you want,
I'm not afraid of the words you hide,
But you couldn't describe,
The fear that your heart is laced with.
Baby, I don't mean a thing,
Not a thing to you.
The truth's in view upon the walls,
It's no secret anymore.
This is how we've always been.
But say the word and I'll stop;
I dare you.