I always tried to be the best that I could be,   But other people always taking things from me.   I see an open chest of stolen treasure,   I reach to take it cleave through broken weather.      And then my halo keeps coming in to play.   Seems like the more I try the wind blows,    And takes me away.      Collecting twigs to try to make those steps to climb,   The other people seem to climb them all the time.   I see another and nobody is looking,   I take the first step but my head is spinning.      I reach the gate first throw my ticket on the floor,    Close the door say we’re not open anymore.