What make you think you are so good?
Life is short but you think you can gloat
Is it your clothes that make you trot?
Of being you, one must not find fault.
Life is short but you think you should gloat
your words so harsh my ears could pop
As the time passes you will realise I hope,
but you seem to enjoy the life you got.
Your words so harsh my heart could pop
I try to ignore, wishing you would stop
you walk so pompous leading your holly road
What make you think I am no good?
I try to ignore, wishing you would stop
you search for fault to prove what not
What make you think I am no good?
Everything I do will be misunderstood.
You search for fault to prove what not
Since you know all, others must support
And everything I do is all up to no good
What make you think you are so good?
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