Sure, man, you're the best
No one will play because there's nobody left.
You've beaten them all.
You win again!
We know you are great,
can you give it a rest?

Sigh.

You're just a lonely soul
with only lonely friends.
A hollow mind that is echoing deaf,
you'll need somebody's brains for that empty head.
I wonder who's the lucky one that you'll eat next.

Parasitic words ooze out your mouth,
paralyzing victims that will host you now.
Choke their necks so they can't shout,
"This motherfucker will bring you down!"

That is something you feel and know.
This is one thing that I know you don't.
People don't see you like you see yourself.
They see misery and sadness that they can't help,
so they blanket you with empathy that no one has felt,
thanking God they don't live in your personal hell.
But you should be grateful!
They totally understand!
No one does pathetic as great as you can!