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