I felt weird one day when I was a kidI couldn’t catch my breath as I usually didI felt sickI’m in a waiting room, so aware of my healthI must have been fourteen, would have beenAnywhere elseIf I couldWhen will I be seen?What is wrong with me?I’ve got a hole in my heartThe blood will fall outThey say I’m sick, what they talking about?I’ve got a pain in my headDon’t make any senseI lay in my bed and wonderWhere the past ten years wentI spend a lot of my time alone in a dazeMy heart skips a beat then it palpitatesWhen I’m nervousWhen will they tell me what is wrong with me?‘You’re worked up over absolutely nothing’There’s nothing wrong with me‘What were you worried about?We would have figured it out’