you know how good you are
you know that I'm insecure
you know I have to help myself out
I hate that you know
I hate that you know that I know

so why do you expect anything different?
I'm sorry for being so weak
well, maybe not too weak,
considering all that's going on
it's terrible that I compare myself to you
I should know not to do it
it never works to my advantage
but I give myself pain-
not too much a change
and you know that I hurt
but you can't help
I know that you care
or I think that you care...
maybe next time I'll be a little smarter
but never as smart as you, right?

03/17/2000

Posted on 10/26/2004
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