Our world is suppose to be built
On simple exuality...

I'm unlike the others
Even though they don't know...

My minds eyes are diming slowly
I can no longer see the point...

I stand there and smile
Nod my head and laugh...

He waits outside my window
On this star filled night...

'Coach cant wait for practice.'
'Ya neither can i...

That monster has me in his clutches
and is squeezing tight...

My mind always wonders
It never seems to stay still...

One day the world will come to an end
It could be today, or a day far away...

Without that constant reminder
Of the ticking clock...

The only time i ever feel complete
Is when im kicking the soccer ball at my feet...

When people look at me walking down the street
They say 'Hey theres the soccer kid...