talk show on mute

behind her eyes there’s curtains…
and they’ve been closed to hide the flames, remains…
she knows their future’s burning, but she can smile just the same, same…
and though her mood is fine today
there’s a fear they’ll soon be parting ways
standing, like a statue
a chin of stone, a heart of clay, hey…
and though he’s too big a man to say
there’s a fear they’ll soon be parting ways
drifiting away, drifting away, drifting away…
drifiting away, drifting away, drifting away…

if there is one realization i have made it is that in life there is no room for regrets. each mistake serves a purpose. after all the concept of joy will not exist without sadness, the concept of reward will not exist without sacrifice. each day is a learning experience, a rewarding experience, but only if you let it. that’s why it’s important to never be jaded, to be stubborn is not synonymous to being wise.