If the winter storm is scary, cold, but you’d rather deal with hail
Than let others measure you by the ruler, weigh you by the scale
And tell you what you should have done,
or which way your river must flow.
Cold advice, reheated twice, so that you never get to know,
That you only have this one life to live, not five, or four, or three,
Magical enough to transform you into who You want to be.