So Called

Why should I let you get through to me?
You think you're all that, seen it all, heard it all,
you lived it all before.
Try to make me believe you pity me.
While all I see is a mere boy
surrounded by stupidity.
Believing you have it all figured out,
but you just can't understand.
That all you have and do
will some day come to an end.
So spare me your so called wisdom.
You should start to see,
that you're carrying on on borrowed time.
And you're not better than me.