Say you respect me so much
But when it all comes back on you
You hide your face in shame
Because you don't know what to do
You say that you mean it
But I'm really not so sure
You love it then hate it
Except your love was never pure
The spot on the stain that you just brush away
A crumb at the table where your privledges stay
I'm a freak in the lies of your perfect mistake
If you look in my eyes will the illusions deflate?
Or will perceptions remain?