Get A Life

You stare from the sidelines, bitter and small,
Waiting for moments where you hope I’ll fall.
But while you’re obsessed with tearing me down,
I’m busy building, wearing my crown.
It’s sad, really—how empty you must be.

You measure your worth by my every win,
Plotting in shadows, wearing your grin.
But jealousy’s poison tastes best alone,
And trust me, it’s etched in every bone.
Your life’s a hollow echo, chasing me.

I don’t know you, don’t care to try,
But you watch like it’s sport, as if I’ll comply.
We’re running races, but not the same track—
You’re tripping on hurdles, I’m never looking back.
Competing with you? Not worth the energy.

Your bar is so low, it scrapes the ground,
Not even dead horses stumble around.
You beat them anyway, swinging away,
Desperate to matter in some sad way.
But I’ve got better places to be.

Remember when get a life was a phrase?
It fits like a glove in your sad little haze.
Find something real, beyond your spite,
Because dimming my shine won’t give you light.
You’re nothing but noise, fading quietly.

I changed my name, I moved away,
But you still lurk, day after day.
Pathetic obsession, you can’t let go,
A shadow clinging to a “no.”
You’re not wanted—how clear must I be?

You’ll never catch me, never will,
Your life is stagnant, mine’s uphill.
Keep watching, keep scheming, waste your time—
I’m thriving while you rot in grime.
And honestly? You’re just sad to see.