I'm not your minion or your doll.

I'm not another slave that won't let you fall.

I don't dream about your name incased in lights,

I want you to work to take your first flight.

No, I don't live everyday in fear,

While you storm around with a cuff on your ear.

Your blindness to me makes me amused.

When will you realize I cannot be used?

To hate you, though, I'd be hating myself,

For we are both books off the same shelf.

Two of a kind yet so far apart,

But never in years would I want your cold heart.