• she was always more than me
    i wasnt the underdog
    i was just the dog

    she was the smart one
    she was the great one
    everytime i thought i had something she took it
    and made it something i coundnt
    made it right

    i coundt face it
    the moment i realised i was nothing
    and she was something
    we all knew it
    it killed me.the remains of me
    she was what i wasnt
    she was bad at nothing
    i was bad at everything

    yet she was still missing something
    what?
    she won't tell
    but it was what kept her closed
    it was what made her life misery

    she had everything i wanted
    yet she was not happy

    i had everything she wanted
    yet i was not happy

    neither of us were happy as ourselves
    we were only happy as each other

    i spoke once of these words

    she spoke never of her words