My Pick

I feel an urge to melt 
To vanish like the day 
To fly above the trees 
To try another way 
My nerves are blowing... 
I take my pick... [2x] 
My fists are burning... 
I need that kick... [2x] 
I neet to leave behind 
The chains that keep me bound 
To spread my winds and fly 
So high above the ground 
My nerves... 
I'll try another way