The Mocking Carmen Ward Who do you think you are That you take what’s rightfully mine? You think you can march right in here Take my heart, my soul and mind. Do you think I have forgotten? Who you were when we met? Do you think I am too stupid too learn? From the past pain and regret. You stand there with an innocent look And think you’ve turned me inside out For me you are still an open book And not too hard to figure out Do you think I don’t get the game That you play with such an ease. You say that things are not the same But you still haven’t found any peace. You think you can come and just fuck me Then walk away with a sweet kiss But you still haven’t gotten me And it’s me you entirely miss You stand there with an innocent look And think you’ve turned me inside out For me you still are an open book Way too easy to figure out Your arrogance annoys me The way you put me last Do you really think you’re free From your rotten, stinking past. Have you still not learned the lesson That you were meant to learn You think you’ve got my blessing But it’s me who’ll run now and turn You stand there with a frightened look And turned your inside out You think that I am open book But you cannot figure me out. The angels are silently weeping On the grave I dug for you Just keep on running and sleeping From the things I say and do.