Michael Jackson. Miscellaneous. Unbreakable. Now I'm just wondering why you think. That you can get to me with anything. Seems like you'd now by now. When and how I get down.
8 o'clock get up, get outta bed. I feel like a truck ran over my head. Another day of stress and sorrow. . Skip breakfast 'cause I gotta go. Ain't got no time to take it slow.
Dont know how to take it, dont know where to go. My resistances running low. And every day the hold is getting tighter and it troubles me so. (you know that Im nobodys fool).
Come on. Watch out. Come on. Come on. Come on. . Gave you chances on top of chances. Opportunities taken for granted. (Watch out). My reality is all your exshalities.
You're a song written by the hands of God. Don't get me wrong. 'Cause this might sound to you a bit odd. But you own the place. Where all my thoughts go hiding.