Megalomaniac

Whoa

They call you bad, it's ok
But I didn't know it will turn out that way
First you were just a shy boy
Self-destructive people's toy
I helped you out, brought to life
And look how you paid me back
You're talented, I can't doubt
But we're too, so that's all about

Oh, megalomaniac, you think you can't be smacked?
You feel divine, well, you're not, you're resistible - fact
You think you've got fans around, but you can be attacked
So what's the point in that? I'm just saying you're not a God

Oh, megalomaniac
Guess you have been never bruised
But it will soon get you down
Singing songs just about you

You got better every day
Listen what did people say
Master, God, best friend, our lord
Did you hear the sarcasm? (no)
But they changed your point of view
You think that you're perfect, too
You grabbed people with a hoe
We were friends, now we're two foes

Oh, megalomaniac, you think you can't be smacked?
You feel divine, well, you're not, you're resistible - fact
You think you've got fans around, but you can be attacked
So what's the point in that? I'm just saying you're not a God

Oh, megalomaniac
Guess you have been never bruised
But it will soon get you down
Singing songs just about you

Oh, megalomaniac
Guess you have been never bruised
But it will soon get you down
Singing songs just about you

You're not standing on pedestal
You're not the king of us
You're not supernatural
You're just a kid like we are
Why do you think you can beat him?
That you can stand over your kin?
That you can tell all my secrets?
That you can rule in here?

But it was just a while
Now all left you behind
We don't like people your type
Cause you're just a maniac
A maniac of yourself

Oh, megalomaniac
Guess you have been never bruised
But it will soon get you down
Singing songs just about you

Oh, megalomaniac
Guess you have been never bruised
But it will soon get you down
Singing songs just about you

I hope you know how I felt all the time
When you lied and I was all alone
But it all turned out, I've got the dime
The cat's out of the bag, you're gone

Goodbye, Mr. Perfect
Goodbye, take your envy and lust
I'll left you with your ego
That's big enough for two of us