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