Trying not to worry got my eyes kinda blurry.
Like days of lives, looking through the hour glass.
I feel the butterflies as these last few hours pass.
In my mind all I hear is tick tock until it’s time to roll up at 8 o’clock.
Got me sweating nervous like Matt Pervous.
Going to treatment really got me thinkin’ it takes some special person to take me as I am. Whether or not this new group accepts me.
One thing I do know – they will respect me.
Southern Love
