For once in my life I want to hold the handle of the knife

I want to command success and not strife

I want to marry and keep success in my life

You can make it on your own, no, don’t believe that hype

Whenever she likes me, I like her less

Whenever I like her, she likes me less

This feels like a hot steaming pile of mess

This part of life is a cruel contest

The perfect scenario or context

She likes me, I like her this equals blessed

This is never easy, I must confess

Life just feels like a contest

How can I see me smiling without a mirror?

Can I see my smile in your reflection?

How can I make you my happy reflection?

When I am happy, are you my reflecting mirror?

Each night before I sleep I pray I awake in the morning

Each morning I pray everlasting love is dawning

Throughout the day I pray towards the horizon for hope

Each night I am hopeful my amazing and I will elope

This life feels like a contest

Each situation feels like a test

Nowadays it is so easy to say next

Being lonely is a sadistic way of feeling blessed.