I’M GOING TO SWING FROM THE CHANDELIER. FROM THE CHANDELIER-IER
IM GOING TO LIVE LIKE TOMORROW DOESN’T EXISTTTTTTTTT. LIKE IT DOESN’T EXISTTTT-ISTTTTTT
IM GOING TO FLY LIKE A BIRD IN THROUGH THE NIGHT, FEEL MY TEARS AS THEY DRY-HIIIII