What you did to me made me see myself
Something different
And though I try to talk sense to myself
But I just won't listen
Won't you go away, turn yourself in
You're no good at confession
Before the image that you burned me in
Tries to teach you a lesson
What you did to me made me see myself
Something awful
A voice once stentorian is now again
Meek and muffled
It took me such a long time to get back up
The first time you did it
I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems
I've been out-bidded
My peace and quiet was stolen from me
When I was looking with calm affection
You were searching out my imperfections
What wasted unconditional love
On somebody
Who doesn't believe in the stuff
You came upon me like a hypnic jerk
When I was just about settled
And when it counts, you recoil with a cryptic word
And leave a love belittled
What a cold and common old way to go
I was feeding on the need for you to know me
Devastated at the rate you fell below me
On somebody
Who doesn't believe in the stuff
Oh well.