I am his priority, I am more than enough, I bring pain and ambition. All goals and wants shadowed by my superiority, Tears wasted trying to look tough, He can’t lose me. I am part of his condition. Screams and insomnia back my authority, Pills and pills and pills, he ever could only bluff His mind I play like a guitar to a musician. Here in his mind we run an absolute majority, Where hope and happiness lay in handcuffs, I hold the keys, the power, the ammunition.