Don't be sad, boy
It's just a bad dream
Turn the next slide, you might find some tasty ice cream
Take care, tie your laces tight, lest you fall on your face
I told you once before twice, I see the cone fly through outer space
Are you up for the task?
All the mental gymnastics
From your prefrontal cortex
To the base of your spine
I find myself asking why
Do I fear change?
That everything I love will burn away?
Why do I hang my head in shame when you're not around?
And when I think about myself it just gets me down
When I think about myself it just gets me down
Why do I only think about myself?
Why so sad, boy?
It's just a bad dream
In time I think you'll find, you can live without almost anything
Trial and error
Pushing me forward
This is who I am
I am golden
I am a flame
I am everything I dreamed I could be
