I feel less than natural, a total lack of confidence.   Deliver me from my addiction to this game.   Crack of sticks, this sound clears my head.   Helplessly watching, everyone says, "Hello."   I long for something gone.   I am a dry snail in this race, too determined, too aggressive.   I must be defective.   I know a girl, I've got a hockey ball in my hand.   I know a girl, by a field, in my hand.   I know a girl, I hold her room in my hands.   Most of the time I know I'm wrong before I act.   Blue of staunchest friendship's color, I am out of place.