Tribal Ink

You look down to me ’cause I’m apology,
But you cannot see… woman’s wish is a wannabe.
Then it comes to you, they wanted you,
Wanted all to write… she is something you cannot tie.
No, don’t follow me,
No, don’t cover me,
No, just leave me be (wannabe).
No, don’t try to change,
No, to something you ain’t,
No, don’t even try.
Try to be me,
But don’t you see the irony
Of you wanting to be me.
But I don’t wanna be.
You wanna go away, but I can’t be out today,