We never believe ourselves to be vain 
But there always seems to come a day
When our insecurities become a rain 
That pours down upon our brains 

Over confidence and arrogance 
Seem to be the parents of ol' vanity.
So we believe ourselves to have clarity
Over the weakness behind this insanity. 

Yet there always seems to come a day
When our insecurities become a rain 
That pours down upon our brains 

Hopes that we never believed we had 
Are dashed and trampled just like that 
Leaving us feeling ultimately bad
For, over this, being so unusually sad. 

So just a quick reminder to the strong 
That even despite your clarity and sense 
There comes a day when you are wrong 
And you will lose your own innocence 

Because there always seems to come a day
When our insecurities become a rain 
That pours down upon our brains