Was someone who would love her
But I couldn't help but feel
I was quite a bit above her.
She tried so hard to please me
She appeared even lower still
Trying to earn my respect
Even though she never will.
How can I respect someone
Who is content to wash my socks?
I've tried but I just can't stand
To listen when she talks.
She seems to take such pride
In the lowly work that she performs
And insists on being different
Though the whole wide world conforms.
All she really wanted
Was someone who would love her
But I couldn't help but feel
I was quite a bit above her.
It used to be so easy
To melt her heart back then
But now I know she's had enough
And won't ever crave me again.
Because I gave her no support
There was none to take away
She would have fought for love
But there was none, anyway.
All she really wanted
Was someone who would love her
But I couldn't help but feel
I was quite a bit above her.
Joy Antonio
