I'm So Tired. I Don't Know If

My Mother Used To Hope That I Would Rise Up From My Humble Roots. Become Someone Sucessful, Or Even Famous. I'm Famous All Right, But I Don't Think It's What She Had In Mind.

You Know, Sometimes I Wonder What Things Would Be Like If I Just ... Met You One Day. Like Normal People Do. If I Just Walked By You On Some Street One Sunny Morning And Thought You Were Cute, Stopped, Shook Your Hand, And Said, "hi, I'm Daniel.

You Drive Me Insane June. You're The Scariest, Most Clever, Bravest Person I Know, And Sometimes I Can't Catch My Breath Because I'm Trying So Hard To Keep Up. There Will Never Be Another Like You. You Realize That, Don't You? Billions Of People Will Come And Go In This World, But There Will Never Be Another Like You.

Then I Realize From The Hollow Sound Of Her Gun's Click That Her Gun Isn't Loaded. Apparently She Just Wants To Slap Me Around With It.

You Try To Walk In The Light.