If you think real hard about the aches,
The card, the blackboard that you've drawn on for so long.
You realize that it's gone, and with it that swan song,
The mirror of your life has turned to shards.
If that means broken glass,
Na'er you won't have the chance to laugh
At those who always laughed at you.
Think back - yes it's cool,
To jump up and be through,
When even worser things have come to pass.