I look down onto Earth and see the children. Running, playing, swimming and having fun. I wish I could go down and play in the water and drink lemonade. But yet i'm stuck here. Just watching and smiling down at them play.

It took so long to decide what to sing to you.
So I wrote this song just for you.
Sometimes you have to,
Take the bull by the horns and sing,

Uh uh, Uh uh
That Same Old Song...
And it goes,

Up and down again,
Each and every day, it comes,
It comes around again!
That Same Old Song.

And though the years go by,
And now I'm old enough to fly,
That song it stays the same!
That Same Old Song...

Sometimes, I know, my head isn't in the right place
I know, you would, like to break my neck some days,
But you, always, find a way to put a smile on my face,

And we sing, Uh uh
That Same Old Song...
And it goes,

Up and down again,
Each and every day, it comes,
It comes around again!
That Same Old Song.

And though the years go by,
And now I'm old enough to fly,
That song it stays the same!
That Same Old Song...

And even though, sometimes we fight,
You help me jump, and reach new heights!
Sometimes you have to,
Take the bull by the horns and sing,

Uh uh, Uh uh
That Same Old Song...
And it goes,

Up and down again,
Each and every day, it comes,
It comes around again!
That Same Old Song.

And though the years go by,
And now I'm old enough to fly,
That song it stays the same!
That Same Old Song...
That Same Old Song...
That Same Old Song!

Anxiety.
It's like a big wave that crashes over you.
It drowns you almost.
It's like being drowned.
You can hold your breath at first.
You can act like your fine.
But then it builds.
And builds.
And builds.
Until you break and you can't breathe.
Your gasping for air but you don't get any.
You can't hear.
Only muffled screams.
Telling you to calm down.
But you can't.
You have no control.
None.
Zero.
Zippo.
Zilch.
~m.a