So that's what you think of me
How could I have thought for even a minute that I was respectable.
All this time I was thinking I was deserving of love and kindness.
Last thing on my mind was your opinion of me, and it hurt. It fucking hurt.
Look at you, sitting in a seat of power and leering over me calling me shallow.
On further inspection, yeah it was fucked up of me to get fresh with my counselor.
What's a shallow nymphomaniac expected to do otherwise? Riddle me that.