I always tried to be the best that I could be, But other people always taking things from me. I see an open chest of stolen treasure, I reach to take it cleave through broken weather.
And then my halo keeps coming in to play. Seems like the more I try the wind blows, And takes me away.
Collecting twigs to try to make those steps to climb, The other people seem to climb them all the time. I see another and nobody is looking, I take the first step but my head is spinning.
I reach the gate first throw my ticket on the floor, Close the door say we're not open anymore.
