When I wake for a while at the break of day My mind entangled in a state of doubt When I stumble because of uncertainty Walking around in my friendless daze I contemplate unaided, and request an opinion Why would you act out this treachery? And publish this forged fairy-tale The book will never be the same Just as long as you are reading it to me And I am left on my own again To translate these chapters What do they all mean? We're playing your own game- You shaped the rules You might as well go Go get a new tool I'm tired of your whining I'm sickened with your lying And somehow it's my fault? If you only knew… How do I get across to your pathetic mind? Your immature self, so believably kind Good riddance aloud, is it of use? Too ill for a mind Too ill for a mind I am tired of your whining And disgusted with your lying I will take no excuses Get familiar with dying Revenge is so sweet All glory to me So who's laughing now? So who's laughing now?