Burn you with my dirty looks and glances.
3 years/enough.
I've had my fun; Baby, I'm done.
P'haps you don't feel it - you need ego to survive. You're just so clever, the way you manipulate. Why be so hypocritical? A little too sensitive, a little too astute and hey presto!, you're a little off the line. I'll admit to being inferior and the bitch, if it saves my ass. Anything as long as you're doing okay. 'Cause it's as simple as: I don't need ego; I just need my dignity.
And who are you, I question.
It's just such a pity (or not?) that I come to realise you're something, somehow. But I reckon you're just too blinded to see.
And I wouldn't like to live in a paradisiac world, 'cause then I'd be imperfectly flawless. Maybe things are better blemished, damaged and marred.
At least, when trouble prevails, You can be my Superman. (Even if you don't don your underwear on the outside, it's cool with me.)
& What in the world, could ever come between us? ♥
