You can't convince me you're not in misery.
I think you love the attention it brings.
You have the answers to a million, tiny, stupid questions.
You have direction but your feet won't budge.
You're so in love you huddle around yourselves.
You're so in love you show around yourself.
While everyone is in hell, you won't believe what is not your truth.
I can tell because you've got that smirk.
There's something in that head of yours.
All those things you said and done, never mean enough to someone.
It's not you, you think you're so different.
You haven't made a difference.
Don't hold your head so high,
you won't see what's coming next.