El acomplejado

I know you think
You imagine me at your feet
That if you look back
Now you leave much to be desired
With your cheap phrases
You won't convince me
You won't be able to handle me
Not you nor how many more by force
Will make me understand
If anything, it's you who lacks
And he has more than enough
The end that kills me
I know you will never have it
If you allow me, I will remind you
It's you, it's you
The insecure one who doesn't know
Where to attack, who after
Having the prey in his hands
Is afraid of everything else
It's you, it's you
The insecure one who doesn't know
Where to attack, who after
Having the prey in his hands
Worries about what they will say
Ha, ha, ha.