I'M Not Even Mad
What you ask me is along the lines offensive
What you perceive of me is directly your own intention
When I don't give you what you please I'm only problematic
But when I'm at your feet you tell me I'm the very best at it
Your words are not romantic, but rooted and systematic
You're much smarter than what I'd like to admit
And you use that to your advantage,
To bring me down to your level
To believe being treated this way is normal
You see I'm not mad, just disappointed
There's a difference
And this could've been avoided
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