Often when you needed something
Without you requesting it
You were getting it, if you wanted it
And I was denying my needs
All the time, placing you
Your needs and feelings above my pride
In time, I’d find myself alone
In the darkest hour of my soul
My pride getting interrogated
By the ego who’s feelings
Have been neglected
Consolation of unmet needs, stating
You did good, expect nothing in return
Killing Oblivion 