This is one of the best songs ever written. (There's some profanity, so sorry if that offends you)
"Admit It!!!" by Say Anything

Admit it!!!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs, you know nothing about art or sex that you couldn't read in any trendy, New York underground fashion magazine. Proto-typical nonconformist! You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift-store gestapo! You adhere to a set of standards and tastes that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (BULLSHIT!) giving their thumbs-up and thumbs-down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art. Go analog, baby! You're so postmodern! You're diving face-forward into an antiquated past! It's disgusting! It's offensive! Don't stick your nose up at me!!

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends pontificating to each other, forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory in which you hog the intellectual spotlight, holding dominion over the entire shallow, pointless conversation! (Oh, we're not worthy.) When you walk by a group of quote-unquote "normal people," you chuckle to yourself, patting yourself on the back as you scoff. It's the same superiority complex shared by the high-school jocks who made your life a living hell, and it makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma you spend every moment of your waking life bitching about!!

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Cause I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I've become
You're free to whine -- it will not get you far
I do just fine with my car and my guitar!

Well, let me tell you this: I am shamelessly self-involved. I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled. I worry about how this album will sell, because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future. I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety!
You are a faker! Admit it!
You are a fraud! Admit it!
Yeah! You're living a lie! Living a lie! Your life is living a lie!
You don't impress me! Admit it!
You don't intimidate me! Admit it!
Why don't you bow down, get on the ground, WALK THIS FUCKING PLANK!

...And I am done with this. I wanna taste the breeze of every great city.
So you've come to be made of these things urgently unfulfilled.
When I'm dead, I'll rest.