Romantic Crap -

I thought you’re my Rapunzel

And i am tangled up in your hair

Some romantic crap

But now the more you drive me crazy

I feel like i’m in Shelob’s Lair

Every word’s a trap

And if i only knew ahead

That satan lives inside your head

You’re his little tool, you’re his minion to

Drive a brother mad

Let go

No manipulation would do

I know what you’re trying to do here

Got so immune to you

That it don’t work on me work on me anymore (NOT ANYMORE)

I heard some women can be insane

If only knowledge saved a soul

Where’d i be today

And i’m so used to silent treatment

That when you talk i feel something’s wrong

Wish that i was gay