I think
And I think like you
And I think I like you
You're so wrong but so right
Excuse the cliche
****
******* for being
So right
About everything
You know what you're doing
At least it looks like it
So when I watch you walk by
All I see is ambition and drive
Everything I could possibly want
And then I have strangers
Telling me
That I mean nothing to you
I don't need to be your everything
But I need to be something
So to think
That I'm nothing
Cuts
Like a razor blade
Against
Clean flesh