With Hands Tied (Behind My Back)
It抯 not getting later,
there抯 no common place,
and everything抯 taken.
With these expectations,
of getting this right,
who could avoid failure.
With hands tied behind my back,
I stand helpless waiting.
Confined to this breaking point,
I don抰 stand alone.
How have I forgotten,
the source of control,
my first inspiration.
When trying to take on,
this life obstacle,
I need to remember.