I have become
The upper man for now
I look down
Now it’s your turn to bow
I don’t waste
Any more energy
You have started
My own anarchy

You mean nothing to me

I don’t deserve

These things you’ve put me through
I was your friend
But now you’re my foe
I don’t care any longer
It is your turn, you see
You see

You mean nothing to me

Perfect, in imperfection
Reject, by indirection
Reflect, without reaction

You mean nothing to me