I don't want it the way you say you want it Show away my style, I had it for a while I grew sick and tired 'cause all that I admired Suddenly turned bad, but now I'm really glad I knew I don't like it the way you say you seem to like it Well I cannot compete with you 'cause you are completed, you claim If I can't take it no more, then I will break it for sure I always knew this time it's really you that's mean
It's stuck on my vision This supervision is killing me, filling me with more superstition