It’s not you, this is me… I mean we, well you know Is it starting to show? I don’t know, but I know That the faster I go And the higher I fly Is just simply so I Can take pride in the fact I’m allowed to react And to act in the way That I want to today But you say this is wrong When you’ve been all along When you’ve chosen to die And lift hands to the sky So while I, to you, seem to die every day About you, I feel the exact same way.