I am right and you are wrong.
When we fight and I am right, we move on.
When we fight and I am wrong,
again and again you hear my song.
I choose not to thank you,
for anything you put forth to me.
Rather, there is always something you forget,
and that was always the more important thing to see.
You put your work ahead of me.
You put your work ahead of yourself.
You convince yourself you are constantly stumbling,
But you are living in a vat of wealth.
And for this I must understand
What skewed morals do you uphold?
Is not the most important thing love and romance?
Because life is a piece of cake dipped in gold.
How did everything turn to black and white?