Conceited (The)
Manipulability
Why can't I let you go,you'll never feel for me,those things that won't let me,disagreewith all the things you say.I never did complain,even when your friends called you gay, I didn't think them sane.Manipulabilitywas always your keyto controlling me,controlling me.(You've used me,for everythingfor everythingP)Most times,you've been less than kind,but on occasion youkept me here to pine.Am I the subject ofyour empirical games?do you hurt me to seehow much my love will wane.woah.
From Letras Mania