Better Than You کے بول

Show me your insides, show me your mind Who knows what fruits or what worms I might find? Bring out your darkness, I'm sick of your sunshine Tell me you're helpless. Say you're not all that fine You say heaven you can taste All I can see in your face is your hate You stare at my face and say "oh what a waste…" "he's just living his days in such poor, bitter taste." Maybe you should try and stare at my soul That just might help you fill out your own hollow hole Whoever told you you're higher than me? You're all chained down up there, Though I'm crownless, I'm free. Being all haunted by all that's unreal Never wastin' a moment to see what I feel. …you tell me you'll always be true All I can think of's what's comin' to you What makes me better than you? Who knows who? I know you, too.