Shouldn’t really matter
That I love more than you will:
If life was fair
We’d get what we give,
Karma wouldn’t be bullshit,
And lot more of us would believe.
I was saying, yes, don’t think of me;
Don’t insult me with your sympathy:
Now when I have nothing, at least
Let me hold onto this image of self-respect.
Givers and takers don’t sustain
How long before I’d be drained?
Yes, you should leave, run away baby,
This image of you is more perfect
The more of you I manage to forget
And the further away you get.
(Featured Image- Tonight you’re perfect by New Politics)