The thing with needing to be right
Is that i desperately need someone (else) to be wrong.
I need my opinion to become the facts
And for you to acknowledge that.
I need you to appreciate me for the genius that i am
For you to stroke my ego. Regularly.
I need you to not point out my faults
And don’t even hint at hypocrisy
I need you to remember every good thing I’ve ever done
And keep in mind your horrendous wrongs against me.
I need you to listen to what i have to say
And not get distracted by the tone of my voice
Because all that really matters
is what i have to say, right?
We must learn to live together as brothers, or we will perish together as fools.
-Martin Luther King Jr.