I look down on myself, I pity myself
To have her, requires a lot of help
Everything around her is so fast-paced
What she does daily left me dazed

I couldn't judge what she's within
Is there even a thing left to be seen?
When the things she loves, you hate
Yet you too learn to love it and wait

Wait until her surroundings recedes
Blewn ashes and smokes of the weeds
Until her mortal body and soul intact
Try to keep the complexity unstuck

For once, I wanted to be superhuman
The savior of her wrongdoings, the one
Or I could just be her pet dog
Drink this, sniff that, smoke fag

As a man, my hardships not praised
To be treated like I'm built for this pace
I have my consciousness, my values
Is she still mine to pursue if she has no virtues?


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