Please don't tell me to relax, it's only my tension that's holding me together.
There may not be a Heaven, but there is a San Francisco.
Being dead is one way to experience nothing, another is to attend some classes at my school.
I'm in search of myself - have you seen me anywhere?
At any moment, I could start being a better person...but which moment should I choose?
Instead of past, present and future, I'd prefer chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry.