He can't make sense of this, he's just too normal and this place is too scary. He's so scared to miss and it keeps him in hiding-and restless and wanting. What if for one minute he's given a chance and he does something brilliant? But, he'd rather not know. His walls, protective. His bedroom's a prison. Now is your chance boy. Just ignore the dreadful things they say. Go on, give up, you'll never win. No crying now, they're watching him. His blood will boil and the kids will sing. Learn to drown before you learn to swim. If he took his time to prepare-stepped out of his shell. Alone's an addiction, it's such a comforting place. A common mistake. A dry wishing well. Oh what a mistake- he is charcoal within. He can never do right by them. So he stands on the stage with a grin. But he drops to his knees and he's waiting for anything he can believe in.
He's lost and he just wants to be ordinary.