Once a question of degree Now circumstances corner me Demanding my attention Leaving little choice Posing several questions Distilling in once voice Confusion not in words
I didn't want a problem I didn't simply fall out I was thrown at great speed From a passing car I didn't touch the ground 'Till I landed at your door Oh, don't touch my luggage
I can easily manage To struggle inside I can easily manage To struggle inside
I hide my shaking Thus protect my pride I can surely manage To tremble inside Gathering myself And spreading it around Rivers are submerging Flowing underground
I can surely manage To struggle inside I can surely manage To struggle inside
Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?