It's starting again
This feeling that I'm losing control
Like all of a sudden I can't trust anyone
And here she comes
Beautiful and Smart
Perfect for you
And here I am
Broken, ugly, struggling to keep up with this thing called life
She's everything I'm not
Everything you need
How can I compete with that?
There's a simple answer to that question
I can't
Even if I tried
I know she'd win
I'm helpless
I feel like she's slowly taking my place
And you're like sand
Slipping through my fingers so quickly
I can't breathe
All I can do is silently cry
With tears of acid falling down my cheeks
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