What good is it to be given wings not to use them. fly to close to the sun and fall, for we all must. What makes us beautiful is falling to stand again, what makes us wonderful is crying to laugh again.





I want a new drug! One that won't make me sic, One that won't make me crash my car
Or make me feel three feet thick. I want a new drug One that won't hurt my head, One that won't make my mouth too dry, Or make my eyes too red
One that won't make me nervous, Wondering what to do