And To Think I Saw It On Mulberry Street

Suitable title, I guess.
Gotcha Good

I'm walking towards your window, I'm waiting for you below,
I just wanted to let you know, that I'm not your freak show,
I'm not a puppet in your inane games, Not a toy to be broken like all the same,
It's not right to call me lame, More along the lines of insane,

I can only think of the good I've caused
I noticed that you never bothered to pause
I've been staring and looking and looking and staring
and I've seen that there is no shred of caring
FOR ME!!!!

I'm looking around inside, wondering where you might hide
It pains to watch you take a ride, When it's all through I'll have his hide
I kept all your notes, they worked as patches to keep afloat
My hopes and dreams on a sinking boat, now I burn them as I slit your throat