My Pick

<br>I feel an urge to melt<br>To vanish like the day<br>To fly above the trees<br>To try another way<br>My nerves are blowing...<br>I take my pick... &lt;i&gt;[2x]<br>My fists are burning...<br>I need that kick... &lt;i&gt;[2x]<br>I neet to leave behind<br>The chains that keep me bound<br>To spread my winds and fly<br>So high above the ground<br>My nerves...<br>I`ll try another way