Everybody looks at meLike they're so surprised that I can breatheI need to get out of this townI need to run for miles nowAnd all my lack of styleI blame on himAnd all I want is thisI need to have my timeBut I'm gluedI'm glued toEverybody looks at meThen turns to their friendAnd says somethingI hate this townAnd my new lifeI'm tired of waitingAll the timeAnd all my lack of skillsI blame on himAnd all I ask is thisI need to feel aliveBut you're gluedYou're glued to the script
