And, because it has been a day for song calls:

There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're travelling with me

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win

Now I'm towing my car, there's a hole in the roof
My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof
In the paper today tales of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the T.V. page

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win

Now I'm walking again to the beat of a drum
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only the shadows ahead barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and relief

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
Don't ever let them win
-"Don't Dream It's Over", Crowded House
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Y'know, I honestly don't know what the title lyric even means, and I'll be the first to admit that the last line of the last verse is pretty damn stupid, in terms of lyrical quality. It doesn't fit at all. And the song doesn't sound particularly deep or meaningful; it's just pop. But I likes it, I does.

Look, it's almost monday! Time for another session of self-loathing, guilt, and depression!

...oh, look. Dad's home.

........
eee! Becky sent pictures! Eeee!
DemonsmileducttapemardigrasfacepaintprincessleiahairneworleansducktapeBecky!
*cough* It occurrs to me that I know far too many people named Becky. ...Six, I think.

...shite. Haven't practiced my flute in forfuckingever. Gonna get hell from my teacher tomorrow.
*curlsupandhides* I don't wanna go to school tomorrow...