You think you scare me.

You think I respect you.

You think I probably have a fucking shrine for you.

I think you’re empty.

I think I laugh at you.

I think that you are nothing to me, nothing at all.

They think I love you.

They think that you are God.

They think I wanna be you -- pretend I’m that shallow.

We think you’re clueless.

We think you have no shame.

We think you’re so blind, you can’t see the truth we all see.

She thinks you’re gorgeous.

She thinks that you know her.

She thinks that she, compared to you, is just a loser.

He thinks you’re ‘Well fit!’.

He thinks that’s what matters.

He thinks you’d suit him, he’s right -- you’re both cruel and shallow.

You think you scare me.

You think I respect you.

You think I probably have a fucking shrine for you.

I think not.