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You tell everybody your the best You claim to be better than the rest High on your lies you criticise But I know... [Ref.] It's just an overdose of selfesteem 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... [Ref.] 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... From Letras Mania