Sometimes I worry about being a success in a mediocre world.
If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question
I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.
They tell me I have got a mind of my own, but sometimes it's like my mind itself has its own mind.
Frankly, I think the chances of having a happy childhood while you're still a kid going through it are pretty slim.
Acting childish seems to come naturally, but acting like an adult, no matter how old we are, just doesn't come easy to us.