Dying Dana looks out of her window
at the rain that's falling to the ground
She sits on her windowsill
and thinks about her life
and how it doesn't really mean anything anymore.
Dying Dana looks out of her window
at the rain that falls to hell
It puts out the flames
and burns the demons
but it doesn't really mean anything anymore.
And Dying Dana frowns at the sunshine
just because it's a little too bright.
She has a headache
that tells her its time
but she doesn't really care anymore.
She's played Monopoly,
She's played at Life,
and they've both helped her understand
that nothing really doesn't matter anymore.