You sit there proud,
Of your attempted suicides
Your face is overturned,
By glazed over eyes.
And I have to start to wonder,
"does she care if she lives or dies?"

The insanity of your life,
Barely compares to miine
The men always take you out,
You are constantly wined and dined,
But more often than not,
All they want is the sixty-nine

I give them what they want,
They give you what you need
I'm overrun with guilt for hating you,
But stuffed up with my greed.
I'm a loser and I follow,
You're a slut but you always lead.

If the world was a winding staircase,
You'd go up and I'd go down
If life was a giant hallway,
I'd get lost but you'd get found.
If love was a glass elevator,
You'd soar to the ceiling and i'd plummet to the ground.

How long can I pretend,
How long do you get to win?
I can't take much more
Of your superficial grins.
Maybe if you killed yourself,
It wouldn't be such a sin.