Guest
Constant competition and criticism between friends We'll bite and fight with our might until we win in the end I've got one up on you, you've got one up on me Overlooking each other's worthy qualities I'm sorry it's got a hold of me And I pray I can shake free It'll damage my pride, It'll hurt me So tangled up in envy I lash out at you, you strike back at a chance Low blows, anything goes at each other's expense Choosing up teams, we're picking up sides We try to nudge, and we won't budge an inch for our pride Conceit, false prestige Same old story, hunt for glory Will I ever see humility? And will it ever manifest in me? And when the damage is done, no one won And that's our idea of fun ...enough
