Self Claimed King

You tell everybody your the best
You claim to be better than the rest
High on your lies, you criticize
But I know

It's just an overdose of self esteem
All those things is in your head
You are living in your pathetic dream
When you are better of dead

Your choices of friends are based
on the growth of your own popularity
A minor glimpse at your face
And I know

It's just an overdose of self esteem
All those things is in your head
You are living in your pathetic dream
When you are better of dead

You are a simply mixture of everybody's better sides
A shattered mirror that reflects what is wants
Everybody envy you, but you are nothing without them