Sure is tight in my throat; I haven't flipped the boat
Sometimes I cry so much it makes me wanna scream
Tied tightly to the tee
Slowly pushing at the seams
I should have had other dreams
But it's this that makes me so unique
Foresee
The situations leading them to asking me
Foresee
That what I need may never be a part of me
Can I take
Can't you see your apathy is killing me
And my dream
Growing sick has become so hard
I must say that I'm growing too old to see
Lost in my zone