I'm just like everybody else.
What made me think I was special?

I don't wanna go near a mirror, afraid of myself.
I run into the loneliness, trying to stay.
Built a wall between me and the world.
Voices saying I'm like everybody else.
Turns out I'm like everybody else.
Been drifting in and out, trying to understand if I'm alive or not.

For a second did I think everything was going well for me then everything crashes down.
I don't even wanna be someone.
I don't want to be anyone.

Trying to drink everything away but it doesn't work, so don't go and waste your money on me. Everybody in this room is too pretty, too good. I'm tired, take me away.

What made me think I was special? turns out I'm like everybody else.