I despise the feeling,
Of being left behind.
And that constant wonder,
Of not being good enough.

I detest the theory,
Of being an option,
And that opinion,
Of being with someone with reasons.

If you love me,
Love me alone.
If you can't do that,
Just leave me alone.

I hate arguing,
About being the better one.
Because in this game of two,
I want to be the only...