It was your guilt
And inability to accept yourself as you really are
It was your need to be better than me
And unwillingness to try very hard
To do it by merit
So it was your insults and instigations and accusations
And your denial
It was your projections and devaluations
And if ever you did go that extra mile
Your triangulations and smear campaigns
It was setting your traps just to get a reaction
Turning up your nose when you caught me again
It was your manipulations and your slight of hand
It was always you
Such a master of disaster
That even when it was me, it's still true
So why it is that I
Am the one who has been discarded
For the naïve flavor of somebody else
Why it's I who am left broken hearted
While you continue on, still in love with yourself
Why you got the pleasure and I got the pain
Is something I fear no-one familiar with justice
Could aptly explain
Form: Rhyme