Music Within Page #7
I'm right here, man.
Richard, open the door!
- Hey.
- There's a gas leak. Can't you smell that?
What are you doing, Richard?
Why would you do that?
She died.
It's okay.
It's hot.
I feel like an idiot.
All the sh*t I've dealt with,
and the thing that gets me
is I can't get some mentally ill woman
I barely know to ever love me.
Well, that's not your fault.
She's the one that was damaged.
What are you doing here, anyway?
And I came to thank you.
If not for you, I wouldn't be
as happy as I am now.
I don't think that's a compliment.
No, it is, it is.
I learned a lot from you.
And I came to apologize.
I never told you how glad I am
that you're a part of my life.
So after spending my whole life
trying to prove myself
to someone that was not capable
of accepting me,
I finally realized I actually had
something in common with my mother,
that neither of us much cared
whether or not I lived.
But I didn't like that.
So I did what she could never do.
I accepted myself.
Two years ago,
the Americans with Disabilities Act
And last week it became a reality.
Congratulations. You did that.
My teacher, Mr. Parks, would say
that I've been able to find my music.
Now does that mean that I became
a superhero? No, I don't think so.
Although, I do like to wear spandex
and a cape around the house sometimes.
The differences that you make
that are the ones of lasting importance,
they're the little differences that
you make in the life of another person.
And all of these people
that I got to tell you about tonight,
they all made a difference in my life,
and I can only hope that somehow
I made a difference in theirs.
And that after years and years and years
of trying to become larger than life,
I'm now working on maybe
being a little smaller.
Hey, you're late.
Blow me, Ironsides.
Last one in pays.
All right, easy there, Andretti.
Come on, cowboy.
Two?
Please.
Follow me.
Is this one okay?
Yeah, if you're big tippers.
He's paying,
but he's a cheap son of a b*tch.
But if you play your cards right,
you could have a ride on my chair, baby.
He says I'm buying
and I'm a cheap son of a b*tch,
but if you play your cards right,
you can have a ride in his chair.
Honey, only if you promise to go real fast.
No, thank you.
I think we know what we want.
Yeah.
You got a live one, Honeyman.
Yeah.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Well, that's the slowest service
I've ever seen.
It only took us 20 years to get these.
Be cool.
You're gonna get us arrested again.
And I probably wouldn't mind.
Oh, yeah.
So, I guess this one's mine, huh?
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Richard
Happy birthday to you
Hey, come on, make a wish.
Yeah.
- Hey, Richard.
- Yeah?
There's something I have
always wanted to ask you.
What's that?
Does this wheelchair
make my butt look big?
I'll see you around, Art.
Yeah.
Everyone pretends there's
Why am I knocking on your door?
Up against the glass
I wonder what it's like
For ordinary people
Running through your life
Don't you wanna fly?
Ordinary people
Why am I knocking on your door?
Sometimes I feel
I shouldn't be, I couldn't be
Sometimes I feel
I shouldn't be here
You go the other way
You wish you'd never come
Tearing through the time
Would you try to right
the wrong that has been done?
Why am I knocking on your door?
Sometimes I feel
I shouldn't be, I couldn't be
Sometimes I feel
I shouldn't be here
Is everybody lost before they're found?
I don't wanna be forgotten this time around
No, no, no
Sometimes I feel
I shouldn't be, I couldn't be
Sometimes I feel
I shouldn't be here
I shouldn't be here
Sometimes I feel
I shouldn't be, I couldn't be
Sometimes I feel
I shouldn't be, I couldn't be
Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be
Sometimes I feel like I couldn't be
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be here
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