It’s one of the days I wonder if you actually care If not, you’re doing a Damm good job as an actor It’s possible, your best friend is Your brother to his girlfriend is You can’t help it, it’s how you’re raised That’s why the first thirty minutes of you are hell Your eyes wander to girls You patronise me without a fear of me leaving you You talk of people only to mock them You act like a dictator at times Why is none shocked? Call me a goddess and behave like a fool Eat like a pig and try to feast on me too All love dovey till I make a comment on your behave You probably won’t even read this You’re going to kiss my words away Words I thoroughly crafted to turn into a poem Words I was raised to tell people I love Words you betray me with day by day