Perfect Boyfriend

Whose side am I on you ask?
Yours of course you'd assume
The side of the one who whisked away
With his deceptive charm
The one person in the world
Who meant so much to me
Just to satisfy his boredom.
Yeah I'm on the side of the model man
Him who considers her a game
And claims to be the victor
How arrogant to think that

You've got me trapped inside this insulated box
Screaming yet no one can hear
Watching through these transparent walls
Beating them although without a sound
Basking in this dark light shining through
Embracing the sad truth
That your manipulation has conquered her too

(Damn I'm way too sensitive, why do I still care?)