Howling

You must thing you're so great
Everything you do is fate
You seem to think everyone
Must think you're nifty and fun
But there's just something about you
That does not seem true
It's like everything you see
Has to be your property
Now, it's not like i don't like you
It's just all the things you seem to do
You guilt and manipulate
You leave nothing to debate
Back off soon child
My annoyance right now is mild
Do not push me