Count Me In

You play me like a piano,
What key is it today,
I may be the narrator of my life,
But I do not have a say.
Let me spin you a tale,
Of heartache and tears,
But that is overplayed,
Nothing you want to hear.
But oh my dear,
I may not be famous,
But don't tell me a tale,
You are so shameless.
I will try to find a way,
Don't speak a word,
To make the things that I say,
A little more obvious.
You don't understand,
Your lips move,
But I can't hear a thing,
You misunderstood all of the above,
and you are still trying to fix it.
You are incompetent,
You're down so low,
You still don't know what I meant.