You tell yourself 'I am so special'
But you are not
Let me make this clear to you;

Stars and rocks collides
There is snow on mountains
Birds die in aircraft engines  
Feelings are a function in the brain

Do you understand now?

You tell yourself 'I am so special'
But you are not
Let me make this clear to you;

Sartre knew about anxiety
****** killed millions of people (without touching them)
I once knew a cat who killed a bird (by touching it)
The sun makes life on earth possible.

Do you understand now?

You tell yourself 'I am so special'
But you are not
Let me make this clear to you;

A human contains 5 litres of blood
Fire is a chemical process
388.000 people drowns each year (more or less)
I loved a boy who didn't love me

Do you understand now

I want to see myself, as you see me
Just to know how I came across

I want to see myself as you see me
Just to know if you felt anything at all

I want to see myself as you see me
Just to know who I was

I want to see myself as you see me
Just to understand.

I don't think my white shirt ever matched your leather vest.
Or that my clumsy attempts at showing emotions towards you, was a good idea.
I don't know why I fell in love. Please don't ask.
I feel pathetic as I weep these ridiculous tears
and I beg my mind to leave you alone.
But it wont.
In fact it doesn't care about white shirts matching leather vests
or hearts beating equally.  
I try to cut ever single thought about you away.
But you see, I don't do cutting any more.
Though I might be able to drown it or hang it -
or make its stomach into a fire of pills and liquor.
Yes I could make it stop by that.
But it is pathetic as well. Self loathing is for the weak.
I am not weak.
I drink wine and do those drunken things, that makes the next morning awful.
But I drink that wine good, and I smile and laugh with teeth and sound.
Yet the fact is;
I just don't match you good.