I may never hop on to an aeroplane,
or see a Florida beach,
and my hairs too coarse by boxed dyes,
it wont take the bleach,
i may never make it out this town of lost and stolen dreams.
but i will fucking try and try and try until my voice it reaches.
I am lacking no potential here,
just cant seem to find a way out,
and if i could act and dance, be your paramount,
then i might just stand a chance.
I may never see your face again,
may never have the chance to explain,
but my words I will read them loud into the crowd in case you come to stand.