Hephaestus

What makes me so unlovable in your eyes?
Is it 'cause I'm an ugly truth among your beautiful lies?

You'd sooner hurt than help me
You throw me on the ground
So the work of my hands
Is far more pleasant to be around

'Cause you're so great
And I'm so small
And you're so grand
Standing above it all

Every hammer's blow
That shapes and sharpens ore
Into the tools I make
And the fires in the forge
All burn away the thought
That I am a mistake

Oh, you love and lie and cheat
To you, life seems to be a game
But life and love's a craft
Far above your fool's charade

'Cause you're so great
And I'm so small
And you're so grand
Standing above it all

You want me
Only 'cause you need me
Only 'cause it's easier
That way
You want me
Only 'cause you need me
You don't want really want to see
My face

You need me
You don't really want me
You see me as some twisted, warped
Disgrace
I don't need you
I don't really want you
But yet I stay