Oh, What's that saying about a chain and it's links? I'd make my point if you could feel as strong as You think One that bends into your head til it sticks Instead I bite my tongue til I bleed Forgot your lines? What you scripted you'd say? Not the turnout that you'd hoped for your little charade? Lone audience, we're at the stories end Nowhere to run away Can't call it chance because it's never been missed You're bottom of your mind, they're at the top of your list You leave out seeds so the birds can feed While you wither to bits Know it's just the part that you've chosen to play The one you're left alone with at the end of the day You leave out seeds so the birds can feed While you wither away Give all your seeds so you'll never know What could become if you let a seed grow