The day you told me I was imperfect
And held it against me in contempt
Was the day I should have quit
But loving you made me feel strong
So I decided to continue on
And every second I chose to love you
Was a second I loved myself less
and less...
until somehow
you stopped loving me
even more than ever before.
Imagine the shocking realization
dawning over my ragged brain horizon:
Both of us love you
And neither of us love
Me.