Expectations and reality are never the same.
So when things go to hell, why am I to blame?
Is it cause deep down that you know you're a lie?
Are you so full of yourself you can't look me in the eye?

Climb off your high horse, Miss Queen of the Earth.
Look to the ground to find your actual worth.
If self-absorption was a game, you set the high score.
So upgrade your console, you manipulative *****.

It's time that we both got some space.
But honestly I hope that you fall on your face.
Thanks for the memories, I'll see you in Hell.
I'll be the one ringing your reckoning bell.