Taken in context, it's not a bad thing
But when you start to pick it apart
It gets so depressing
It's that sort of thing that makes you think too much
It's that sort of thing makes you lose your objectivity
So if you made it
just be glad that you did and stay there
And if you ever feel loved or needed
remember that you're one of the luck ones
And if it's over,
just remember what I told you
It was bound to happen
so just keep moving on
There's no perfect endings
You peel back the layers
Get down to the inside
But sometimes you lose sight of what it was
You were trying to find
And it's that sort of thing that makes you think too much
Its that sort of thing makes you lose your objectivity
So if you made it
just be glad that you did and stay there
If you ever feel loved or needed
Remember that you're one of the luck ones
And if it's over, just remember what I told you
It was bound to happen, so just keep moving on
There's no perfect endings
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