I don't think this will ever be a song. And it's quite fitting I should drag this out with what's going on at the mo'. Written in September'06.
BULLY!
I gave you respect, you were happy to take it.
I gave you my best, you didn't appreciate it.
I cleaned the floor, you pointed out the dirty tile.
I looked out for your interests, you gave a sneer, not a smile.
And what would you do,
If I pointed this out to you?
I'd run the risk of getting hit,
So I'd unhappily accept it.
And if I left a light on you would shout at me
For wasting electricity
But every day I'd see
That you had left on three
And were playing on the computer while an empty room was being entertained by an overload T.V!
And still I'd smile for you,
And ask what I could do,
And disregarding all your screams
That I do nothing,
Retreat inside my dreams.
I'd tell you what I'd done - you'd say "don't shout about it!"
I'd do it and say nothing - you'd say I "don't do sh..!"
I didn't complain, you'd think everything was alright!
If I politely tried to eplain you'd say I was "starting a fight!"
If you get what you deserve,
Explain my quiet reserve?!
Everything bad you see in me
Is your reflection divided by three.
In truth there's nothing I could ever do
That could make me a better person than you!
