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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] my life?
All that I’ve built in my mind
 
In my mind!!!