I’m not afraid of death, I’m afraid of dying
I’m not afraid of sorrow, I’m afraid of crying
Not crying itself, but what it does to my eyes
And the way it makes me feel, deep down inside
Wait, that’s too serious, my my
“Some call it weeping, I call it moisterize.”
I don’t fear people, I fear losing them
I don’t fear loss, I fear its pain
I don’t fear failing, I fear disappointing,
The very people that find fault with my breathing
But its really not like me to be whining
“Breathing is just mouth gas with good timing.”
I’ll say why I am this way
Why do I have to be goofy? This is all I’ll say
Humor is my strength, my shield and my sanity
And true weakness is my secret, it will always be