No Way

Well I'm fed up of being bored, you know I thought we'd hit a chord

I thought you'd be my solid rock you proved to be my stumbling block

So the fickle worm it turns, can't you see I'm all a-torn

As soon as we seem to make some headway, always end up feet away

I don't care for rank and station, all I get is deep frustration

More façade to mutual arrangement, all you want is power of possession

I'm entitled to my own opinion and to go in my own direction

And you boast you've got the most; what if I told you, you're living a hoax

There's no way of getting through to you

It's time to change I'm out of here

Is there no way of getting through to you