Backflips and handstands,
cartwheels and balance beams,
I’m confused in what to think,
because things aint what they seem,
I feel like I’m spinning, spinning, spinning,
but stuck in quicksand,
when I let go of this rope there’s no tellin man,
I see the world from the upside down,
with my feet in the air,
will I ever touch the ground,
Maybe I’m scared,
If I don’t land right,
It’ll be tragic,
and she keeps me goin through these mental gymnastics
Do I bounce off of the mat,
Do I react to how she judged me,
Am I destined to be in 2nd place,
I see her cheering for the other squad,
She already has a team,
This has to be a dream,
Am I intimidated by the competition
Or do I feel like there is something I’m missing,
It’s just that I feel like she might do something drastic
But in reality, she’s putting me through mental gymnastics.