Sometimes people throw away something good for something better only to find out later better wasn't that good actually good was enough and better never even came close...
"Maybe I'm psycho, maybe you're right though They said that 'bout Warhol, they said it 'bout Michael Or maybe you're all wrong, maybe you're spiteful I'm just a better me, it's like I'm recycled If they never loved themselves, how could they like you? I see how they judgin' you, don't let 'em indite you They constantly killin' you, don't even give life to Jesus had haters, and most were disciples"