Me, Myself, and I Life is a struggle, sometimes. An uphill battle, with every victory Seeming to be defeat. Battle-weary, trudging on, Sometimes having to force myself to smile. I seem happy to you, even joyful. And sometimes, it's not an act. But don't worry. I don't know when or how to quit fighting. I'll survive, because I'm too stubborn To let my adversaries win. Besides, what could be better revenge, Than my success, in spite of them?