Sing in me muse and tell me the story of a young girl, with feelings lasting for miles if others hear yells, you hear whispers

wind blowing, and sun shining in beautiful san diego

teammates are sprinting, enduring the heat, and pain

you feel useless, until the ball finally comes

you save the first ball

and the second ball

but then the third comes, along with all the players

they look like a swarm of bees coming after you

it's almost like instead of soccer its pinball

the ball rickashing off every player

One person doing their best not to let the ball through

and the third ball goes in, and you lose

and you feel the weight of the loss on your shoulders only

Sing in me muse others say words you need to hear  but choose not to listen

it's my fault you say

it's my fault you say