(Doane) I'm not sorry I'm not angry I don't hate you Nor am I desperately unhappy In tiny ways I'm feeling strong I feel the earth beneath me Even when the universe is all wrong I won't waste away Feed my sould, I'm hungry I won't waste away I'm going to live I'll be rich Or I'll die poor If there's a difference I don't care anymore Is everyone afraid to laugh Well I can't help myself In spite of everything I do not have The weight of all this waiting The wasted and denied I picture it quite differently I'd like to think the dead are dying