The Glad Fact

Well here I go again Well here I go again Here I go again Well here I go again Well here I go again Here I go again Now I'm into the season of summer Tired and not really feeling And I am like the begrudgingly awakened For me the sun is here to spy And all my attempts at living Just like all of my feelings for girls Since you Have been faint hearted And ambivalent Paralyzing But here I go again Well here I go again Here I go again Well here I go again Well here I go again Here I go again