If you think real hard about the eighths of a 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 worse things have come to pass