I tried to tell myself something was there
If only to keep the arrow steady
Directed at the apple on your hair
It fell from my eye once you were shady

Maybe you using me was in my head
See how you act and the doubt is enough
So I will tread on, walk with new skin shed
If only to free myself of the scuff

Apathy is a freedom of it’s own
An ability to see plain as day
Easiest to let go of what you’ve shown
It would be too messy to make you pay

My soul’s cleanliness is my best virtue
Your pigment is too ugly to change hue