You love her more than me,
that's just the way it is.
You better get tougher
and wipe away the tears
Look Me In my eye, shame me none-
For I am exactly what you've created
your dreary image of myself is that of dis -taste,
bloody palms losing grasp
Falling on my ass and landing on my face
My happiness and misory
neck to neck in a race
I hear you calling me thinking this
must be a trick
Everything I have questioned
my answers come quick
Abracadabra
