The Freed Pig
You were right

I was battling you, trying to prove myself

I tried to bury you with guilt; I wanted to prove you wrong

I've got nothing better to do than pay too much attention to you

It's sad, but it's not your fault

Self-righteous and rude

I guess I lost that cool

Tapping ?‚?‘til I drive you insane

I'm self-righteous, but never right

So laid back, but so uptight

Destroying your patience to tolerate me

With all the negative spirit I bring

Right, I was obsessed to bring you down

Watching your every move

Playing a little-boy game

Always with something to prove

Waiting to cut you down, making it hard to live

With only one thing to do

Cut me first, make it easy

Now you will be free

Now that nothing depends on me

Tapping ?‚?‘til I drive you insane

Now you will be free

With no sick people tugging on your sleeve

Your big head has that