I saw the way you smiled, when I felt intruded
I saw the way you flaunted, when I was the attraction
I saw the way you dropped down, when a smile arose on my face
I saw the way you checked on me, when I was comfortable
I saw the way you teased me, when I was in the middle of a tale
I say the way you battled me, when a mother in me came out
And most of all I know what you do to me
I use it as a chance to contemplate, grow and motivate my soul
It must feel good to see someone worse off when you feel low
Perhaps you encounter power, or feel grand in that illusionary folk
I think you must feel really low about yourself
to need to play such games
The kind that foreigners played on your home territory plain
To some the partition ended the plight
Yet as we live, post partition, the old game is still alive
