How do I know what is real or false if I can't get you out of my head?
How is it fair, fighting you for control even before I get out of bed?
You're embedded in me, a perverted protrusion that sits on the side of my brain.
You feed off my soul, fighting me for control, and I no longer feel any pain.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed, to see such fun, and the dish ran away with the spoon.
What do you gain from your time with my thoughts if you never allow them to be?
What are you doing inside of my soul, locking everything up with your key?
You say that you want all the best things for me and you praise me when I get it right.
But once I'm not perfect, your true colours show, and my terror prevents any flight.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat hates his fiddle, the cow won't jump over the moon.
The little dog cried, to see such despair, and the dish just tripped over the spoon.
How can I tell what to do, what to say, if I don't have your list of instructions?
How am I wrong, wanting choice and a voice in my future without your disruptions?
I'm cornered by you in this room in the night with full nothing to save my hurt mind.
You tell me your truth mixed with smaller deception that takes me infinity to find.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat broke his fiddle, the cow just won't look at the moon.
The little dog sat, he can't see any fun, and the dish won't stop fucking the spoon.
What's real or not isn't yours to decide, so please kindly get out of my head.
What you think and you know doesn't matter to me, I can't ever trust what you've said.
The end does draw close but you never can tell when I'll snap or you'll push me right over.
I'm sorry this isn't how you would have wanted but I am no one's lucky clover.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat has no fiddle, the cow hung herself from the moon.
The little dog died, never saw any fun, and the dish framed it all on the spoon.