She always used to tell me that i was self absorbed
That the tears drops that fell from my cheeks were only worth the idea of scorn.
That i couldn't love anything, not even myself right.
She made me lift her up on a pedestsal
I WAS THE PEDESTAL!
Not, once did she maim to frame my interest, loves or passions
She cared about HER.
Her..
The thing that drove me insane but spent the whole day swelling, running, jumping through my head
Making me happy and intrigued by the mystery.
Curiosity killed the cat?
Satisfaction brought it back to life...

Told you so...
Told YOU sooo...