I’m So Confused, I Can’t Think Straight
The Things I Do, Are Second Rate
Is This The Way To Seal My Fate?
I’m Hoping That It’s Not
I Bog Down In The Little Stuff
The Things I Do Aren’t Good Enough
What Should Be Smooth, Is Very Rough
I’m Giving All I Got
I Truely Want To Do Things Right
I’m Trying Hard, With All My Might
I’m Holding On So Very Tight
My Stomach’s In A Knot
I Know That When I Settle Down
And Get My Feet Back On The Ground
The Rest Of Me Will Come Around
To Take That Final Shot