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One day, he'll appreciate me...
I see the way he looks at you;
He even points out the little things I fail to do

It's skewed...but it's still love
And it's all our own

And while I don't want your look
Or your brand of gratitude,

I need to be defended...
I'd like to be bragged on...
I deserve a "thanks" every now and again...

But it's my fault...my fault he doesn't know what my last looks like
My fault he doesn't know what my last tastes like

My fault because of my contentment to submit defeat---
Because of my inability to compete

I didn't guard my post
So, he looks at you
He looks at you and loves me

And my last...
My last always goes---
Unappreciated...