(Verse) Hillary, I am still breathing Just in case you were feeling inclined To think some about me, hope it’s true But I’m still on your mind I guess the years piled between us were such that But sometimes they seemed To prop up those doubtful thoughts I mean, was it all just a dream? (Verse) And Hillary, my heart is still beating Although I can’t say for sure And if age is some kind of disease well then, then you are the cure And maybe you’re too young to realize and it’s nothing that we, that we tend to confess But you see, no one gets through this life Without making a mess sponsored links No one gets through this life without making a mess (Verse) And even if deep, in all our deepest of hearts We know we did our best, our best Still no one gets through this life Without making a mess, a mess No one gets through this life without making a mess No one gets through this life without making a mess