The Name of the Game
There's something unhealthy about this
Is it a below the surface narcissist
I'm starting to think that person is me
But is that what you want me to see
I can't figure out why I'm all out of sync
Feels like I don't know what I think
But I can recall how I feel
And how much of my joy you steal
There's silence now as I'm ignored
The auto response to any discord
My resolve depletes as time ticks on
I crave all hostility to be gone
Round and round the cycles goes
As I ponder if this is the life I chose
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