I'm perfectly lonely,
You're perfectly accompanied.
I won't stand in your way,
But sometimes, I can't help to say,
You let your ego get in the way.
Every time you'd ask.
Why don't I express my feelings?
You want me to be open.
I'd rather not know,
Then feel the pain of knowing,
I asked for freedom,
And I got it.
You let your ego get in the way.
I won't feed it.
But you have no clue,
How I feel anymore.
So deal your cards,
Let them fall where they may,
But know my hand,
Will always be the same.
They've been the same since day one,
And yet I try to run.
So your ego's in the way,
And I'm done getting played.
But remember, my hand,
Is still the same.