You told me to take off (the) rose-coloured glasses You see me not in this way but in another It is like cutting a bird’s wings off To make it a worm, worm, worm
Why hurt my pride? No, you do not have the right Why ruin my life? All that I’ve built in my mind
There are some words that hurt inside You cannot change me and my mind But when you get me far too much Get off the path, the path, the path
Why hurt my pride? No, you do not have the right Why ruin my life? All that I’ve built in my mind