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
In my mind!!!