>my palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
>there's vomit on my sweater already, mom's spaghetti
>I'm nervous, but on the surface I looks calm and ready to open the door
>but I keep on forgetting what I wrote down
>the whole crowd goes so loud
>I open mymouth, but the words won't come out
>I'm choking how, everybody's joking now
>the clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!