me, me, me
am i vain?
a little.
but that is not what i'm discussing.
it's all i ever hear,
me, me, me.
it drives me up the wall,
and around the bend.
it's not me,
it's you,
making a deal of something
so small.
'You should have asked'
well, it was in my room
'Why did you do that?'
do you think it was on purpose?
well, it wasn't
so too damn bad
for you.
becase now you can't rip me up,
or down
or where ever you had planned
becase it wasn't me.