And sometimes when you’re on, You’re really fucking on, And your friends, they sing along And they love you. But the lows are so extreme That the good seems fucking cheap, And it teases you for weeks In its absence.
But you’ll fight, and you’ll make it through, You’ll fake it if you have to, And you’ll show up for work with a smile. And you’ll be better, and you’ll be smarter, And more grown up, and a better daughter, Or son, and a real good friend. You’ll be awake, you’ll be alert, You’ll be positive, though it hurts, And you’ll laugh, and embrace all your friends. You’ll be a real good listener. You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave. You’ll be handsome, and you’ll be beautiful. You’ll be happy.
Now it’s sixteen miles to the promised land, And I promise you, I’m doing the best I can. Now, some days, they last longer than others, But this day by the lake went too fast. And if you want me, you better speak up, I won’t wait, So you better move fast.
I constantly see people going on and on about how Clarke and Bellamy are basically the be-all and end-all of the hundred/Sky People, how they are the reason any of the hundred has survived, and how they are responsible for getting the hundred through every obstacle they’ve faced, and so on.
And I’m always sitting here like okay, they’re important and great, yes, but um …