I don’t understand why:
(You won’t let me be who I am.
You won’t let me see who I am.
You hinder my understanding.
You deny my offers
while you cry at night.
You smile at me while you scowl at him.)
When with me you could be better off
Would you rather have a tyrant
a thousand miles away,
or a subject twenty minutes away?
That’s the choice you’re faced with everyday.
You prove my point but you’re still in denial:
you know it’s true but you can’t see the way I do
You prove my point but you’re still in denial:
you cannot tell that I’m better for you