Your solution, Your proposition
It does repulse me, Has me sick
I paid with my blood, My sweat and tears
To be in your school, Your stubborn course
Counting numbers, Without luck yeah
If I speak in a fowl tongue, You'll have my words
To realize and see, With an open eye
Gives you the magic, To give not die
It's not because of you
That I sit this one through
It's not because of you
And I'm still in love with what I do