 You're sick of my madness Don't you tell me what I supposed to do better without me Don't you tell me what I supposed to do when I'm walking on the streets of make-up It's part of me, it's part of me when I'm making my break make-up It's part of me, it's part of me when you're crushing all my dreams and you're making me so fool Get out of my life I know what I I know what I'm supposed to do When you're crushing all my dreams and you're making me so fool I know what I I know what I'm supposed to do