They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was genius.
Bridges are meant for burning, when the people and memories they join aren't the same.
I was searching all the time for something that I'd never lost or left behind.
If you dig it, do it. If you dig it a lot, do it twice.
After all, it’s what we’ve done that makes us what we are.
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well. I only wish my words could just convince myself that it just wasn't real. But that's not the way it feels.