When did the last chance slip by me and fade?
No more of the same song that has been sung
But I hear a tune I have betrayed
I can not handle this for I am young
And all is very blurred like the fogged sky
If only I could find the help I need
To now find the rhythm of a good bye,
And hear the notes that will let me be freed
Day by day I am not the me I know
Instead presumption says my chance is grand
As I take more steps but I do not go
My legs are frozen all I do is stand

Sweet song release me from this pain

And let me find the rhythm I must acclaim