His arrogance is the mask,
He hides himself behind,
It's a simple task,
So he won't end up crying.
The real boy,
The one I knew,
Isn't this self-assured decoy,
He's more beautiful, too.
He touches a mirror,
With sweating palms,
Feeling inferor,
Never did him any harm.
It's not just females,
We all worry,
Blame the world,
Tell your tales.
