Supersoldier

If I'm not important to you - why should you be to me? 'Cause you're obviously blind if you can't see If you were in my shoes - what would this look like to you? I promise you'd feel like a used, hidden, mistress like I do I promise you'd feel exactly how I do right now And if you can't tell me - concoct an explanation somehow This isn't working with an overanalytic person just like me So if you're going to be with me, some explanation maybe If you're looking for a fortune-teller to read your thoughts You're with the wrong woman 'cause that's something I'm not If I'm not enough because I'm not a Supersoldier like you Then please go live in your own reality of warped truth 'Cause I can't and won't be something that I am not I'm wifey-material - not some dumb høe or slvtty THOT I won't mold myself like play-doh to whom you want me to be I'm a very aggressive advocate for transparency and equality I can't be something in your hands that you can just mold (Unless you know how to transmute base metals into gold) 'Cause I hold the women's feather-weight champion belt God broke the mold when he created me - you work for him - go ask him yourself