i don't need compliments
and lavish words to bathe in
nor do i need to be taken care of
as if i'm not able to handle myself
i'd rather stand in the middle of the road
where a car can take my last breath
while you weep on the curb
and drop to your knees
than suffocate myself under your wrath
so don't offer me a hand
as though i'm suppose to *accept it