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Looking over me
Ignorance.
Notice how it only matters to those who are
ignored?
And yet we are assured,
that it is just our imagination.
You stand at my station
take a walk in my shoes
sit and listen to the praises
and try not to get the blues.
(They're looking over me again
over again. over again.)
Maybe I'm too sensitive
those words, for me, were not meant to give
but they laugh in jest
say that I am best
Why don't they just tell me the truth
for a change?
I'm not looking for fawning
just a compliment range.
(They're looking over me again.)
