"Death and Taxes"

You think you want in, but i know you don't know what you're getting into. So turn around and go back to your parties, to sipping' "champagne" and to your long and boring talks with your boyfriend. This life is not your life, this isn't you. This is a curse, not a blessing. You have to be chosen not driven. I'm sorry, but you are out. I thought I could get away for some time, be normal... for a while. But now I'm back with the burden, with the sleepless nights, with the never wanting mornings. I guess it's better. I think it's right. Without it there is no purpose. Don't even look, 'cause there's nothing worth saving in me. Just move along as I struggle with the weight of the World on MY shoulders, even though half of you don't deserve it. I'm already damaged, you might still have a shot... Nothing is certain but death and taxes.