I couldn't care less.
About the clothes on my back.
That I've felt love.
The touch of a woman.
All I can think about,
Is me. Me. Me. Me.
The one who only likes people
For the first few moments,
Before he gets to know them.
That feels he's special,
That no one is like me.
Who's happy after a meal,
But hates the food he is given.
Who believes he'll never surmount to value
Yet wants to defy the masses.
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