Who are you? Why are you keeping me on the path of good conscience? Why don't you let me be an asshole; an inconsiderate, self-centred, winner takes all asshole? Because they're living the good life, aren't they? They dish out the dirt, walk away satisfied, go home, sleep a good night's sleep. 

Who are you and why are you keeping me the way I am? 

Even if I can't bring myself to strangle you with my own hands

Why haven't you died for heaven's sake. After everything. 

Why haven't you died.