Don't apply compression gently

Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re thinking about
Tell me when you’re finished maybe I’ll come around
Had enough to bring me all the way to the ground
I don’t have to tell you what I’m thinking about

You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it
Better off dead than the hell that will become of it
You have hurt my head but I’m not denying
That I did not bring it on myself

I take pieces of myself from everyone around me
I’m not individual enough for you
I replicate the people I admire
But at least I’m not bitter and sad

I may not be 100% happy but at least I’m not with you.