Conceited

(shut up)

I can't take it anymore
You drone on and on
Fill my head with false proclamations
And broken, twisted lies
You're selfish
Looking for your own satisfaction
Your nose in the air
Face looking down upon me
Frowning upon me
Like I'm not good enough
You're conceited.

(shut up)

I can't take it anymore
You puff out your chest
And cock your hat to the side
You scorn me with your sly smile
And roll your eyes when I speak
You're fake
You act like you have to humble yourself
Just to speak with me
You tell me of your popularity
And how everyone loves
You always speak of yourself
You're conceited.

(shut up)
I just can't take it anymore.

"God resists the proud but gives grace to the humble." James 5:6