Lack or part thereof

Lack of effort
Forget it
Let it be
While I go on being myself
And trample upon your heart
Which you've present on a pedestal
To a princess
I sit upon my throne
And look down on earth
Unaware of the fact that I am falling fast
Into the abyss
Which I have perceived
As my haven
Living life the way I want to
Just because mere hoovers had been around
Cowering to my every needs
While I stomp on them
And mock their foolish
Disposition
I seek joy while pouring misery upon my partner
As long as I am happy
It doesn't matter if he wallows in misery
I am glad
That I am protected within my universe
Stuff the rest of the world
While I do things my way
And dish out
Empty shells of promises
That was never meant to be
Just as long as I can be happy
What does the rest of them matter
Myopia kills