You really want to know what makes me tick?

This guy I know; he acts like a prick.

Does everything in his power to ruin our weeks

Doesn't consider thinking before he speaks

He takes liquid poison, drowns the pain away

Cuz' the feelings he gets; he thinks they're gay

Everyday he inhales the aura of vile

The only thing that seems to make him smile

Woke up one day, Was it all a dream?

To me, that's all it really seemed

I look in the mirror, and guess what I see?

The prick I was talking about was really me