All about you, it’s not.
Do you think I spend my time trying to please you?
Do you honestly think it’s all about you?
Sorry, I am too busy living.
In my own terms, my own way.
All about you it’s not.
You can think whatever,
You can do whatever,
If you can’t see me, then I don’t care.
About you was the love I wasted.
About you was the time broken.
If you need something else, that’s your burden.
Cause this life,
this here,
All about you, it’s not.
