Tell me, my friend, what it’s like being me
Have I forgotten what I had chosen to be?
Perhaps–outside, looking in–you know better than me
Maybe I’m the one who cannot see?
Tell me, my friend, how does life look through my eyes?
Does the vision you have speak as clearly as mine?
Maybe I should step away and give you my mind
and see what it makes of these visions I find
Tell me, good friend, are these things just for you?
The things that you claim– never given to you.
Taking my decisions, my thoughts and my will
and making them yours; suiting up for the kill
Tell me, buddy, if you were my brother
would we carry the burdens and care for each other?
What is the motive behind your bad act?
It drains me to see how you’re okay with that
Who are you my friend; good buddy, good pal
to sit there and tell me how I should be now?
I thought you were looking through these eyes that I have
but I think you were blinded by the victory you’d planned
You are only self-centered, conniving and fake
You gave me a little, but I’ve seen what you take
Not very real… in fact, you’re a snake
that lies in the grass, and lies to a face
Now tell me, good friend, what shall I do
with people who are phoney– people like you?
Save it, old friend, you’ve shown your true self
Time was revealing and I value my health
You can go down the road…I wish you best
I’ll be less attached to the one who comes next
Peace be with you, sir, and be safe out there
while toying with people who may show you they care