Within me, there's a choir of thoughts, Fear of failure leads the song, They echo lyrics I can't give in to, The music threatens to drown me. Like a crescendo, the voices scream, Give up! The discordant notes write, The melody drains away my sanity, Should I give up? The harmonic voices agree. But then what would be my purpose? I'd have no timbre, no specialty, Would I be happy? No, I won't be happy. Living without a purpose Is a life without beats. I can't give up! I write this not for you, but for me. Chi-Chi, remember this, You can cry, but you can't give up, You can do this, you'll make it.