Since you are so certain that you are me and that you know, and that you have my life and thoughts all figured out - tell me why do you ask?

I'd be oath to scratch your beautiful and virtually perfect glass coating although I'd be more than amused to watch you jump around, trying to fix it with your eyes closed - but don't worry, I'm not gonna tell you.

After all, you know, right?
Why would I have to live or think when you're doing it for me?