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