Stuck On My Vision

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