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 – no reflection to see or even call my own

I must say that I'm growing too old to see 



Climbing up the slope; I can't reach the rope

Sometimes it feels like there's no-one on my team

Tied tightly to the tee

Slowly pushing at the seams

I should have had all the dreams

But there's nothing left inside of me 



Old

And I know it'll all be the same

I'll cry till it drives me insane

I will always be the same

Alone in my own hall of fame

I cry; can't get rid of this pain

It's more like my own hall of shame 



Look into the mirror and see

My reflection's but a ghost of me

Slowly looking back at me

Asking me in two years where I'll be

Sadly lowering my eyes

I continue in disguise

Until this dream that's make believe

Makes me huddle up alone and cold and dry