Why do you think
That you're so much better
Why do you think
That you can speak of your own worth

Words ooze from your mouth
a poisonous drip
You bring out the worst in me
Yet I only your best

You speak of how you accomplish
succeed
Then tell me you're falling
Can't cope
Can't breathe

How am I supposed to live with one
as hate-filled and so ignorant
We sleep in the same room
I see you in the night
My thoughts darker than our shutters

I don't claim to be
the best of souls
Yet you do.

You turn over in your sleep
I watch your face squashed into the pillows
Look across the room and see
Hate in my eyes

You tell me how you're depressed
A rough day
Going to **** yourself soon
Do you ever stop to think
how you make me feel
Your lifeline in the dark
You're not interested in me
Your self-obsessions taking over
I can't help but think
You're bad
You're really really bad
You weep into my shoulder
"Why do bad things always happen to good people?"

Well, recently I've been thinking the same thing.