He looks down on me Not with belittling eyes They are soft, softer than the pillows on his bed. They are a deep brown that swallows me, distracts me from everything terrible. They are addictive, absolutely necessary for me to get through the day.
Clumsily, carelessly spewing out words That now I would take back, if I could. I idolized you, losing my value, Standing by as your ego just grew. Now I only have myself to blame As you look down on me With no intention of equality.