Yesterday, when I woke up. I found myself in disrepair. I went to find myself was there. I ran out. I rub my eyes. And I don't know. My right from left.
Behind the bleachers, I'll tell you a secret. Of locker room dreams, lunchbox angel. Will you tell me your story?. Will you go with me?. . Does it hurt you?.
All these winter days barely go by. All the light has gone I don't know why. Now I need a friend to do me right or ride on in. . You need a helping hand to hold.
There are so many signs, the end is now. Our leader told us so besides. We follow him blind, to and fro. Wherever he decides to go. . He speaks, we listen.