Woorden: Death By Stereo. Getting It Off My Chest.

Make a fool of me and put me in my place
Make me feel alone inside a crowded place
You think my life is just a piece of fucking waste
You can't break my stride

Whatcha gonna do when the tables turn?
Make a break for it, you better fucking run
You can tell your friends look out for number 1
You can't break my stride

You can't break my stride
You can't change my mind
I've been here for some time now
The advantage is all mine

Make a fool of me and put me in my place
Make me feel alone inside a crowded place
You think my life is just a piece of fucking waste
You can't break my stride

Whatcha gonna do when the tables turn?
Make a break for it, you better fucking run
My words will make you cry just like a can of mace
Whatcha gonna do when death is in your face?

You can't break my stride
You can't change my mind
I've been here for some time now
The advantage is all, is all, is all, is all mine

Too much time is wasted, you can't even face it
Look in the mirror and see you're ugly just like me

Too much life is wasted, your vanity has taken your mindset
Look in the mirror and see the problem is you, not me

You, yeah, yeah
Not me