It gets better; it’s just hard to say when.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality…
The only thing I know for sure is the time.
I should do what I love and I would if I could.
Life in plastic, it’s fantastic…
What props you up in life? Should it?
I like my men like I like my coffee: strong, dark, and addictive.
Keep your face turned towards the sun.