You are on the summit and I’m still on the plain.
You have the world and I have a room.
You have the beauty, I am not so bright.
You have no worries and I am never happy.
You think of it and achieve, I think of it and forget.
You love and live life, I love and die in pain.
But still I believe we have many things in common.
So you can’t call me Psyho neither I can call you Psycho.