Every time I get on that stage
I want to run away
I want to hide
Let the world pass me by
I don't want to perform
For me, that's out of the norm
Shaky hands and voice
I have no other choice
Every time I get on that stage
I want to run away
I want to hide
Let the world pass me by
I don't want to perform
For me, that's out of the norm
Shaky hands and voice
I have no other choice
The teacher says I will fail
Right now I want to dart out of the classroom and bail
My knees begin to shake
My voice is starting to quake
Sweaty palms and numb feet
My performance anxiety is not discrete
I have something important to say
Isn't there another way?
Picturing people naked is gross
Hillary is a liar because she said I would do better than most
I forgot my thesis
When is it time for recess?
I feel a little dizzy
Right now I'm craving an Izze
My throat is dry
My teacher is evil, that Ms. Rye
I detest being the center of attention
I'm only up here because of motivation
the new album of switchfoot
and a pair of yellow rubber boots
I'm not sure I can read the last few lines
but I do and everything is fine
The bell rings just in time
and I made it out alive