He says he is sorry, for being so brazen and reacting in so many ways,
I programmed myself to not care about those outbursts and hurting words he says,
And no I don't give a damn if he lives or dies nowadays,
Because I am awesome, in my weirdness
And an empty praise or vicious dart, have no more significance to the truth, than a donkey's bray to a reptiles scales. And i am just as pretty, as I was when he said,
You are beautiful in a weird sort of way,
You are 10 on a scale of 1 to 8.
Well I sure have always been that way,
Perhaps those words meant something when I wasn't aware,
That he was an ass, and I am not one, to believe that what matters is his praise. I know I am pretty, I know I am great, and if the only way he can acknowledge that is on a tiny 1 to 8 scale.
Au revoir, my dear, but you stopped mattering a long time back.