Week 36 Not This Again

/I purposefully burnt myself the other week...on my arm/ So tired of turnin' the other cheek/ Gripped in the thro's, here goes another show/ Repeated viewings until it all explodes/ Nobody noticed the burns, it's kinda funny/ My disposition, well, it's all sunny/ Let it go, let it go, I can't when you won't bury it/ Downtown, parade, casket, horse-drawn chariot/ I'd stand up and scream, just for the sake of screaming/ And say "This is what you get for dreaming!"/ Make it dimmer, I need it, I'm a Baptist born sinner/ Hungry, no dinner/ Tell my people I love 'em and I'm sorry/ It would never be flossin', flash, or Ferrari's/ It should've been more, just couldn't get it together/ L'Chaim, here's to hopin' that never forget 'em/