|
Maybe I want you to hate me |
|
Sick of your point of view |
|
I hope you choke on the irony |
|
That you're criticizing me |
|
When you're the one too blind to see |
|
The forest through the trees |
|
You're playing the saint |
|
Just playing the saint |
|
Just playing the saint |
|
You can't judge me |
|
[Chorus] |
|
Who the hell are you to judge? |
|
Anybody else |
|
When you are not exactly |
|
Innocent yourself |
|
You're just playing the saint |
|
You're just playing the saint |
|
You're just pretending to be what |
|
You could never be |
|
(You're no better than me) |
|
[Verse Two] |
|
You think you're so damn perfect |
|
Well I think you're worthless |
|
I don't care what you think of me |
|
I'm better than you'll ever be |
|
Take a look inside the mirror |
|
Before you throw your stones at me |
|
You're playing the saint |
|
Just playing the saint |
|
Just playing the saint |
|
You can't judge me |
|
[Chorus] |
|
I can see right through you |
|
And everything that you do |
|
(You lie, you lie!) |
|
Your deceiving smile doesn't conceal you |
|
(You lie, you lie!) |
|
A face made of glass |
|
That I can see through |
|
Your faith is your mask |
|
To hide the real you |
|
But I can see through |
|
I can see right through you |
|
It's so damn easy to see |
|
You fake everything |
|
You're a sinner in saints clothing |
|
[Chorus] |
|
Keep on pretending you're faking everything |
|
(You're no better than me) |
