Roll on thunder, Shine on lightning,
The days are long and the nights are frightening;
Nothing matters anyway, and that's the hell of it.
Winter comes and the nights grow colder,
While some grew wise, you just grew older;
And you never listens anyway, and that's the hell of it.
Good for nothing, bad in bed,
Nobody likes you, and you're better off dead.
Good-bye,
We've all come to say Good-bye.
Born defeated, died in vain,
Super destructive, you were hooked on pain;
And though' your name will linger on,
All of us are glad you're gone.
If I could have lived my life
Half as worthless as you,
I'm convinced I'd wind up burning too.
Love yourself as you love no other,
Be no mans' fool, be no mans' brother;
We're all born to die, and that's the hell of it.
Life's a game where they're bound to cheat you,
And time a trick, it can turn to cheat you;
And we only waste it any ways, and that's the hell of it.
Paul Williams
Phantom of the Opera