If you think real hard about the aches, the card, the blackboard that you`ve drawn on for so long. You realize that it`s gone, and with it that swan song, the mirror of your life has turned to shards. If that means broken glass, na`er you won`t have the chance to laugh at those who always laughed at you. Think back - yes it`s cool, to jump up and be through, when even worser things have come to pass
