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
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