| My Wrestling Days Are Over |
|---|
| Cry broken outcast |
| For I’ll be with you now |
| Third person workers |
| Are breathing like an air |
| And the lack of momentum |
| Butt to the ground |
| And I can’t keep dancing |
| They’re pinning me down |
| My wrestling days are over |
| My wrestling days are over |
| I’m still standing in the spotlight |
| As the broken monitor prevails |
