I'm all alone. I hate to worry. Don't wanna think. Don't 
wanna hurry. I'll take my time before it takes me. I'll 
lose my mind before it aches me. No other way. I'm the 
contender. I'm gonna pray you won't surrender. When 
everything gets complicated and everyone's captivated, it 
blurs the lines in my mind. It's true... I stare above 
into the same moon you call your own yellow balloon. You 
hold the key. It keeps me guessing. Such a curse. Such a 
blessing.