I'm stepping upnGonna swing this heavy batnOh, but you knew thatnAnd I'm chasing every basenThey're always two steps aheadnI'm your loyal protegenYou push off(?) with the groundnYou go on and on about nAll the things that I'll find outnAnd I want to understand nnEverything that I do nIs always leading up to the pointnWhen you burst the bubblenI am sure you willnNot a bolt from the bluenBut the kick is hardernEvery time you burst the bubblenI know you can, and you willnnI chose to submit to the stringnAnd I'm hanging onnIt's a big thread nownAnd I try, but I can'tnJust ignore the playernShining from the scissor bladesnYou hold them over my headnYou brag on and on aboutnLike a coach that's stormed from the dugoutnAnd I try to understandnnI am at your mercynAnd it keeps on my kneesnBut I do it to myselfnYeah, yeah, I do it to myselfnBecause you got your needle sharpenednAnd I know what just (?)nAnd I do it to myselfnnBurst my bubble,nI did it to myself