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It is hard to strive, In a relationship where I have no say, It’s hard to keep this love alive, As you make it each day harder to stay, We argue day and night, I can’t take anymore pressure, Brought on by your ambition to be right, Because you are afraid to be the man that’s lesser, If you where to believe the sky pink, And I contradicted it was blue, To every possible level you would sink, Until I agreed that your theory is true, Is that really worth more to you than us? I cowering to every opinion you preach, We cannot even a simple idea discuss, Before you wish me to my ideas beseech, Why cant you just be wrong for once? But no its impossible for Mr. Always Right, We don’t stand a chance, As every little thing causes us to fight, We argue and bicker, Of it all I grow sicker and sicker, For once admit your wrong and have some might, But no its impossible for Mr Right, I can’t anymore, So Mr. Right I hope you’re glad you finally won, With this last debate I am walking out this door, With you Mr. Right I am done, So Mr. Right you where right for one thing, I was stupid and neurotic, To stick around and to a narcissist cling, So I hope you’re happy lost me over something idiotic.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 6:15 AM UTC
Mr. Always Right
It is hard to strive, In a relationship where I have no say, It’s hard to keep this love alive, As you make it each day harder to stay, We argue day and night, I can’t take anymore pressure, Brought on by your ambition to be right, Because you are afraid to be the man that’s lesser, If you where to believe the sky pink, And I contradicted it was blue, To every possible level you would sink, Until I agreed that your theory is true, Is that really worth more to you than us? I cowering to every opinion you preach, We cannot even a simple idea discuss, Before you wish me to my ideas beseech, Why cant you just be wrong for once? But no its impossible for Mr. Always Right, We don’t stand a chance, As every little thing causes us to fight, We argue and bicker, Of it all I grow sicker and sicker, For once admit your wrong and have some might, But no its impossible for Mr Right, I can’t anymore, So Mr. Right I hope you’re glad you finally won, With this last debate I am walking out this door, With you Mr. Right I am done, So Mr. Right you where right for one thing, I was stupid and neurotic, To stick around and to a narcissist cling, So I hope you’re happy lost me over something idiotic.
lesley-rautenbach
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 6:15 AM UTC
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