I give you my roses
But you dump them in the toilet
I give you my heart
But you stomp on it
And there is a sense of trauma bonding
We share
And there is a sense of screaming
In the walls,
Yet I love you anyway
For you are the belle of the ball
For you are the man with a blonde wig
And you are my b***h,
And how does it feel now
To be my slave?
I can do whatever I want now
To you,
For I am your mirror
And I am your worst nightmare
I can color you red
And make you a red flag!
So how does it feel
To treat people like crap
When you know that you are wrong?
Yes I am a mirror!
Yet you will never know
Just how vulnerable you really are
When the whole world turns against you...
And someday you will know
How the poppies taste,
For they are sure bitter--
Now you know how it feels
To be less than a human being,
My feelings exactly!
As you are the major problem...
For the problem is you!
For narcissists are weak
In the pit of their souls,
How dare you be so brutally handsome
While taking a bath
In dirty water?
And you call me crazy...
Yet I am crazy about you,
I love you more than life itself
Can\'t you tell?
And here is a human romance
For all to remember,
I kiss the rain
Yet you are the sun--
Remember me when I am lost.