My heart screams out in such distress
The sound reminiscent of a banshee’s call
the beat is wild and the pulse hysterical
Resembling the rush of a stampede of horses
the caution signs were loud and clear
But my eyes dared not trust that they were sincere
STOP! CAUTION! TURN AROUND!
Well now it’s too late and not a one can be found
I am finished with this race, this silly competition
I have tripped to many times, had my heart torn apart
When I think of you my heart shakes so violently
the seizures within simply cannot be contained
