You say I'm not good enough
"I'm better than you."
You describe to me
"That the world is not meant for you."
So I sit and ponder
These words you have spoke
And I think of who I am
And what qualities I take choke
So I think
"Maybe what I am is not meant for you."
As I take note
Of all the things I am and dearly hold
So I take love, happiness, and laughter
(Since you obviously didn't want it)
Seems like two can play your game
What are the odds?
So I not for you, and you not for me
I wonder who will end up in misery?
So I wait to see if you notice
That life has no purpose
Since you started the game
Of attrition