Pride

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Jul 25, 2009


You're so much better at this game than me
You're doing fine, I'm getting no sleep
You can stay silent, it suits you well
I'm taking in thoughts that send me to hell

You're so much better at this game than me
But it all won't matter as you'll soon see
The room is just spinning, but I wouldn't know
When only one of us is breathing, where did your pride go?

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