How many trophies are on your shelf?
If I've got it all and you've got none
Then how are you having so much fun?
You say I think too highly of myself
But it's you
You worship you, yourself
You flaunt your sorrows like a diamond ring
Pick up the phone and start listening
Fill up your glass ten more times
Think of some more depressing rhymes
Take a sad picture
Post online
Start a discussion about your poor poor life
Maybe that helps you sleep at night
Don't let me stop you, it's your own right
You flaunt your sorrows like a diamond ring
Shut the hell up and try listening.
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