No one's gonna like you now. This is the strangest time of my day. When the curtains are pulled away from the window and the sun hits me in the head. Again. I lost my notebook. That's where I write all my lyrics. Almost more than forty pages were full with them.
Getting really fond of the summer idea. Somedays I just sit and get bored. I'm training for summer's vacation.
You can try the best you can.
The best you can is good enough.