HE AIMED HIS PISTOL AT THE SKY- W A I T!

Why do I see this as a Dear Evan Hansen thing- as in Evan saying this to Connor?? Or.. Are all the sad things I see end up musical related and/or gay?

This is really good :0

When your internet provider asks what internet you're using

I imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory.. Is this where it gets me? On my feet, several feet ahead of me..? If I see it coming- do I run, or fire my gun? Or- let it be? There is no beat, no melody... Burr, my first friend- my enemy.. Maybe the last face I ever see- if I throw away my shot... Is this how you'll remember me!? What if this bullet is my legacy- LEGACY! What is a legacy? It's like planting seeds in a garden- you never get to see... I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song- someone will sing for me... AMERICA!- You great unfinished symphony... YOU SANG FOR ME! You let me make a difference- A place where even orphan immigrants can leave their fingerprints- RISE UP! I'm running out of time, I'm running out of time! Rise up! Rise up! Rise up! EYES UP.. I catch a glimpse of the other side- Laurens leads a soldiers' chorus on the other side... My son is on the other side! He's with my mother on the other side.. WASHINGTON IS WATCHING FROM THE OTHER SIDE.