STEVE JOBS

When I die, I hope they burn my body

And send me out to sea

I’m so scared that when I’m dead and buried –

They’ll all forget about me

One day I’m the greatest,

I know that you hate it,

When you see me doubt myself

And when I get anxious,

You see that it all comes down

And I wish I was someone else

And I wish that I was someone good (Good!)

I hate the way I think, and the way I look

(They don’t talk about me too much)

Can you be yourself and still be understood?

If I wanna be great – does that mean that I can’t be good?

When I die, I hope they burn my body

And send me out to sea

I’m so scared that when I’m dead and buried –

They’ll all forget about me

(And I wish that I was someone good)

I wish that I was good like you

I wanna be good like you