You can bend my brain
You can crush my sentiments
You can convey me to the least
In the event that you are that merciless.
Also, in your reality
things are loaded with
average quality and nauseate
you lay in bed during the evening,
disappointed with yourself.
Twist my psyche, you may
Wreck my sentiments, proceed
Cut me down on the off chance that you see fit
In any case, we should make one thing clear.
Nobody can disturb my pride
You will never get it
Since once you have it...
That is simply the minute I lose.