Immune to the feeling of worry
When I walk out on stage all fear goes away
There is no conception of failure engraved in my mind
All is for the people, realize their identity and play off their emotion
I’ve worked with each and every one of you for however long
But minute by comparison to the most antiquarian members
It seems as though I’ve known you all along
My only resentment is that I never got to know you sooner
Seventeen weeks left, so little time
So little time, and what heart-aching emotion will be felt
When you walk off that stage for the very last time
Wave good-bye to all your friends
And never hear their voices again
Life is more than a complex picture in a frame
This cult of crazies is my home
And home is where the heart is, my friends
You took me in when no others would
And this existence must be better than anything they could ever invoke
I am indebted to all of you, I pay homage now
For after tomorrow you will never likely see me on stage again
Within these four walls is the meaning of life
You have all made me so happy, so damn providential
My hand shakes with the quivering concept
This year is a princess caught in a trap
The scripts are branded to our minds
But it’s all a recompense for the struggle we put ourselves through
Sleepless zombies that drudge through the day
And failing a teacher’s test is never going to take our happiness away
Shelter me with your gentle warmth
I extend my hand to each and everyone of your faces
Fly to me, sprout your feathers and glide
Exact all of your happiness, because you’ll never know what it’s worth until it’s gone
I humble myself in your presence
Package up all these fond memories
Into the dream-suitcase of my mind