Taken in context It's not a bad thing But when you start to pick it apart It gets so depressing It's that sorta thing that makes you think too much It's that sorta thing that 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 lucky ones And if it's over Just remember what i told ya It was bound to happen so just Keep movin on There's no perfect endings You peel back the layers Get down to the inside But some times you lose sight Of what it was you were trying to find It's that sorta thing that makes you think too much It's that sorta thing that 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 lucky ones And if it's over Just remember what i told ya It was bound to happen so just Keep movin on There's no perfect endings No perfect endings