Belittled

Eyes staring up To the lovely and strong Oh, Middy Ocre Play me a song That song you do play The hum of my life It's always to stay Stuck in like a knife I know it quite well I've heard it before The sound of my hell A fresh closing door Slammed square on my jaw What did I expect? No one ever saw The sounding prefect I came, then I went With hardly a glance I knew I was spent I had not a chance For that song in my ears And everywhere else Never drew tears But bolded itself It stood way up high Embrazoned in gold I started to cry Belittled and cold