I want to be able to fly, yet, here I am... on the stupid, stupid ground.
I want to be famous, yet, here I am.. unknown to pretty much everyone.
I want to be in charge of something. What do I get, tho? "President of My Desk" I'm in charge of a pen, and a broken chair... stupid pen.
In closing, I'm not happy... hmm... let's see if this gun fits in my mout----
