The atrocious things

Standing tall upon your pedestal

Oh, you like the way I worship you, do you?

You're so full of yourself and my feelings for you only increase your self-satisfaction

I bet you'd be willing to make me feel like nothing so that I totally depended on you...

 

Don't you get it, darling?

Can you really not see?

The atrocious things

You're doing to me

 

You take me for granted,

Thinking any other girl would love you as much as I do

 I try to tell you love is mutual, but you never try to listen

I wonder sadly if you've ever loved someone else other than you

 

Don't you get it, darling?

Can you really not see?

The atrocious things

You're doing to me

 

You bask in the sun of my feelings,

Indulge in the luxury of my love

I paint a picture and you forget me

As you soar through cloudless skies and swim in magnificent oceans

 

Don't you get it, darling?

Can you really not see?

The atrocious things

You're doing to me

 

I feel helpless around you, lovestruck and lost

I forget who I am and the things I stand for

And you stand over me, laughing

To you, I'm a trophy, a mere accessory

 

Don't you get it, darling?

Can you really not see?

The atrocious things

You're doing to me

 

I surrender my will and you trample on it

I realise I should be scared when I think of you ruling my life

Although you make me forget such a thing as reason exists, I know:

I know the way you treat me is wrong - I'm a person, not an object, not your slave

 

Don't you get it, darling?

Can you really not see?

The atrocious things

You're doing to me

 

I try to break free of my feelings which bind me to you

I write myself notes to remind me of your crimes when you're not around

I sing myself songs of defiance and determination

And though I even hate myself some days, I can never succeed

 

I can't help it, my darling,

I can't break free

Of the atrocious things

You do to me

The End

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