Some people love themselves too much
Some people don't love themselves enough
Some people, they hate waking up
I can't sleep, my dreams are rough

Some people look up to the sky
To keep themselves from feeling blind
Other People, look straight ahead
And face the fact that when your dead

The chances are there's nothing there
We return to dust, we float like air
For all of us, this is our fight
How can we live, before we die.