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
Who the hell are you to judge?
You’re just playing the saint
You’re just playing the saint
You’re just pretending to be what
(You’re no better than me)
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
I can see right through you
And everything that you do
Your deceiving smile doesn’t conceal you
I can see right through you
It’s so damn easy to see
You’re a sinner in saints clothing
Keep on pretending you’re faking everything
(You’re no better than me)