I blame it on my entrance.
It may have seemed to much like confidence.
Let me start it over.
Help me get to what I can from when I did.
Had to leave my reasons.
It may have seemed to much, the consequence.
In your busy, dizzy life you'll become everything you said you would.
All that I know is how I can hold on but all that you see is how I let you go.
How about once around?