The Glad Fact

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 Now I enter the season of summer Tired and not really feeling And I am like the begrudgingly awakened For whom the sun is here to spite And all my attempts at living Just like all of my feelings for girls Since you Have been fainthearted 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