E-very-one's a-fraid of their own lives. If you could be a-ny-thing you wan-na be, you'd be dis-sa-poin-ted, am I right? No one real-ly knows the one's they love. If you knew e-very-thing they thought a-bout you'd wish that they'd just shut up. Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math when you were a-live. No one's gon-na play the harp when you die. And, if I had a ni-ckel for e-very damn dime, I'd have half the time. Do you mind?
