Stop looking at me!
I feel your scrutiny
Yes I cried, don't we all?
Staring you down is no challenge!
What fear, what disdain can you offer
What would make me care of you?
What would make you matter?
Your thoughts, your tutting
My irritant, little more
Stop talking to me!
I feel your patrony
Yes I struggled, don't we all?
Shouting you down is no challenge!
What anger, what outbursts can you offer
That could make me care of you?
What could make you matter?
Your words, your bullshit
My irritant, little more.
Stop touching me
I feel your sympathy
Yes I despaired, don't we all?
Pushing you down is no challenge!
What violence, what aggression can you offer
That could make me scared of you?
What could make you matter?
Your touch, your reassurance
My irritant, little more.