Suddenly waiting to find the scoop on a million things
That I thought I'd the drop on
When all before my eyes the fate that I thought
I'd been building up for fell around me

I know I'm not as strong as any daydreamed thought
I'd have about me but talk about an overestimation
Sometimes I get sick around me

I'd love to kill the waiting for, the waiting for is all I ever see
You've never done, you've rarely been
A second guessing, indecisive *****
With bony arms and legs, me, I'm just fine, thanks

But I figure I could change at any second that I choose
By stopping feeling for my pains and stopping singing for the blues
It gets so old to hear a whiner that is doing rather well
It makes me sick to see you cry when you fall down and break a nail

Do you see? It's all a choice
Nobody in real life gets pre-programmed by a voice
Get off your ***, try again
There's no such thing as good or bad days

It's all up in your head
Be creative once again
Just like when you were little
And you danced upon the edges