It's all about esteem
It's all about dreams
It's all about making the best out of everything
You'll know when you're fine
Cause you'll talk like a mime
You'll fall on your face
You get back up and you're doing fine
"a considerate clown, a preachy preaching machine"
Is one of the sweetest things you would say about me
But I don't have the time for your distorted esteem
Why are you toying with my mind?
I don't wanna hear you say it
I don't wanna hear you say it
I don't wanna hear you say it
Now you're fucking with my pride
