• As I sit in the corner of the teacher's room
    I think about my life as it flashes by
    Dreaming of images that I haven't seen
    hoping to live another day, another hour

    does it really matter what I do
    unless I die without you
    if for some reason you should call my name
    what should I care, as I die

    to live so short a life
    to have it all end
    to wish a person could think forever

    not enough time to do what I please
    if I should do what's right
    or to learn the answer
    to life...