Playing the Saint - Digital Summer

Maybe I want you to hate me

Sick of your point of view

I hope you choke on the irony

That you’re criticizing me

When you’re the one too blind to see

The forest through the trees

You’re playing the saint

Just playing the saint

Just playing the saint

You can’t judge me

Who the hell are you to judge?

Anybody else

When you are not exactly

Innocent yourself

You’re just playing the saint

You’re just playing the saint

You’re just pretending to be what

You could never be

(You're no better than me)

You think you’re so damn perfect

Well I think you’re worthless

I don’t care what you think of me

I’m better than you’ll ever be

Take a look inside the mirror

Before you throw your stones at me

You’re playing the saint

Just playing the saint

Just playing the saint

You can’t judge me

I can see right through you

And everything that you do

(You lie, you lie!)

Your deceiving smile doesn’t conceal you

(You lie, you lie!)

A face made of glass

That I can see through

Your faith is your mask

To hide the real you

But I can see through

I can see right through you

It’s so damn easy to see

You fake everything

You’re a sinner in saints clothing

Keep on pretending you’re faking everything

(You're no better than me)