I'm careful now,
with the things I say.

(I don't say things I don't mean)

I'm getting older now,
stronger -- I'd say!

these days stretch on forever,
I suppose until I can draw air no longer.

still, I stand firm when tanks roll over,
tread water, breathe fire.

under so much pressure,
and burn, burn, burn with my desires.

this is no laughing matter.

wake up, buttercup,
and I'll fight the weather.

and stand behind a promise
that things will always get better!