When the year starts you are eager to begin

Yet as you go it makes you want to crawl out of your skin 

How can something you love make you feel this way

When you enjoy doing it how can you stray away

All year you hope for it to end

Yet every year you tryout again and again

When the time comes for practice to start

You can not calm your rapidly beating heart

When it is time you are all full of cheers and laughter

Yet you check to clock every second after

How can something you love, leave you in tears

Of having to go back to this same place next year?