Lost in an illusion, you're not the same as me. 
So hollow but are followed, endlessly and lovingly. 

Endlessly and lovingly, I have nothing to prove.

You wear the clothes of a beggar, but underneath you're a thief. 
Tell me whose robes have you sold 
to buy your following 

I have nothing to prove
I have nothing to prove.
I have nothing to prove.
I have nothing to prove.