Hope you're listening Want you to hear me I got a lot to say And get off my mind You dragged my family name through the dirt I kept my mouth shut, digested the hurt Towards the end I heard you talking to another Two months later, you were calling them your lover
So what makes you think that you're better than anyone
You're no angel No heaven would want you now
Did I jump too soon, reaching for the ledge Pull myself up to you. You stomped my finger tips I called and asked you back You said it didn't matter But no one knows that cause then you wouldn't be a martyr
So what makes you think that you're better than anyone? So what makes you feel You're more perfect More perfect than everyone?