You're Wrong

You don't know what I've been through.
You don't know who I really am.
You think that you have my life planned.
And that my future rests in your very hands.
You're dead wrong.
You think you can control me.
Like I'm some part of your own little twisted story.
A story in which you'll rise and reclaim your former glory.
And I'll be left at the bottom where I belong.
Well, once again I'd like to say that you're dead wrong.
I live in a nightmare created by me, myself, and I.
I do this just to please you before you die.
Once you're dead, maybe things will finally be fixed in my head.
Maybe all of this hate will dissipate and just wither away.
Or maybe it will stay with me until my dying day.
I have never felt such animosity towards another human being in my entire life.