You throw your words like punches
expecting me to recieve them
blow for blow.
You like to see me weak but in
retaliation my strength grows.
In war of the minds your intention
is to beat me.
you fight to no end, still you'd
never defeat me.
Did you want to see a tear
wan't to become my fear
unfortunate for you I've grown
too wise.
you'd love to see me down, but every
mock helps me rise.
So I'll just smile maybe even
laugh when I see you.
Its such a tragedy that you're
proud to be you.