Few people realize that man has already attained immortality; it's merely been abused, forgotten, and renamed Writing. -Brian Egan

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Everyone Wins

As I sit on my couch and watch the snow fall,
I wonder if you think about me at all.
Did I pass through your life like neutrinos through lead?
Or could it be that it's all in my head?

My back has been watched by the closest of friends
It's stupid to think now that this is the end
The snow is still falling and so are my tears
But crying is something that real men don't fear

The sad part is that in the end it won't matter
You're done and we're done and I must move much faster
I'm moving on
I'm moving on
Even when it looks like all my time is gone
Even when it looks like my path is all wrong
I'm moving on

It's time I looked forwards, and no more behind
And after a while, another I'll find
She might not bake cookies that taste quite like yours
But she won't make me live my whole life on all fours

The funny part is, in the end it won't matter
You're done and I'm done and I'll shatter the plaster
I'm moving on
I'm moving on
Even when it looks like all my time is gone
Even when it looks like my path is all wrong
I'm moving on

It always has been a tough pill to swallow
To try and accept that it's all for the best
Everyone wins meaning you meaning me
meaning all of the rest

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