Lyrics:

I feel so limited I think I might attribute it to stature.
Maybe sounds funny but it isn't though it's never really mattered.
Bells aren't ringing and the birds quit singing in my background.
I can't decide if I'd prefer the quiet or a seldom ending clatter.
Rain and snow. Tell me which way to go.
Should I let a feeling show or try to hide?
Unsung, Inhibited, Incessantly prohibited, and Flattened.
Maybe sounds funny and it is though it's never really mattered.