I Concur.

The nickel dropped when I was on my way beyond the Rubicon
What did I do?
And of the games that I can handle,
None are ones worth the candle
What can I do?
I'm a frightened, fickle person
Fighting, cryin', kickin', cursin'
What should I do?
Oh, after all the folderol and hauling over coals stops
What will I do?
Can't take a good day without a bad one
Don't feel just to smile until I've had one
Where did I learn?
I make a fuss about a little thing
The rhyme is losing to the riddling
Where's the turn?
I don't want a home, I'd ruin that
Home is where my habits have a habitat
Why give it a turn?
Oh, after all the folderol and hauling over coals stops
What did I learn?
I am likely to miss the main event if I stop to cry or complain again
So I will keep a deliberate pace
Let the damned breeze dry my face
Oh, mister, wait until you see what I'm gonna be
I've got a plan, a demand and it just began
And if you're right, you'll agree
Here's coming a better version of me
Here it comes a better version of me
Here it comes a better version of me

- Fiona Apple