I MEAN LESS TO YOU THAN YOU MEAN TO ME

You mean more to me than I mean to you.
It makes me wish my love was not displayed,
To your eyes that would never cry for me,
If I left your life and my absence stayed.

Though you're all the colours of the rainbow,
You consider me to be only blue.
You're a loaf of bread, I'm a bit of crust;
You don't care to the extent that I do.

To me, you're a bouquet of fresh flowers,
To you, I'm just a stem if I'm 'lucky'.
It seems only fair for a turn-around;
I'll be the chips, you be one mushy pea.

Around 2004