It's not competitive, you said
But you're failing to realize that that's what the winner says, and you did
With my head in the dirt
I can't breathe, and I can't look up to you
And as my lungs fill up quick, my hands are shaking
The Earth is quaking, cut me off
And all of this is just complaining, invalidating who I am
It's who I am
And if the mirror looks back
Says I don't like you, I live to spite you
You don't stand a chance
Against all that I've learned
I can't dismiss it, it always visits, it's who I am
It's who I am
It's not competitive, you said
Well maybe you're right, maybe the fight is all in my head