My Pick

I feel an urge to melt

To vanish like the day

To fly above the trees

To try another way

My nerves are blowing...

I take my pick... (2x)

My fists are burning...

I need that kick... (2x)

I neet to leave behind

The chains that keep me bound

To spread my winds and fly

So high above the ground

My nerves...

I'll try another way