Digital B

You make me feel like a little girl
When you question my questions like you own the world.
Well the art's not just yours; it belongs to me too
But I'm forced to say sorry, so that's what I'll do.

Thought my apologies are repeated
Though I admit I am defeated
You choose to stick your oh-so-obvious
Superiority on display like a painting at the museum.
But I'll stay quiet for the story's sake.

You see, lashing out at you has been a first
And quite possibly a last.
Because from now on I have to lie to your face.
Pretending to like you will be a blast.

Poem by Mike Dirnt.

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