In poleposition everything looked great. I was immortal, to win was my fate. I could have slowed down but the pace felt fine. I look back but I won't allow myself to whine. IT'S ALWAYS EASY TO BE SMART WHEN THINGS ARE DONE.
NOW I'M STUCK AND MORE LOCKED UP THAN A CON. I was drunk, eager to be brave. One jump and I'm tied down like a slave. And now I roll through everyday. I can't move but I'm alive anyway. IT'S ALWAYS EASY...