I’m a bit of a manic when it’s not as I plan Cause I start losing my head and then I get up in a panic Remember when we were kids and always knew when to quit it Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting I don’t want to know I just want to run to you And break off the chains, and throw them away I just want to be so much And shake off the dust that turned me to rust Sooner than later, I need a saviour It won’t ever change if you want it to stay the same I really hate it but I …