Its times like these you begin to wallow in the melancholy gloom of the hour. Set the tone for the beat and move to the rhythm. You don't know me. Vision adjusted to your blinders. Thinking like a mountain isn't one of your attributes. Bring nothing to the table but self doubt and the occasional attitude. I wish you could see past my demeanor and realize the facade is difficult to hold up. Its looking like I might loose this war. No one is ever gonna love me more than myself.