something you feel, something real, something you want, everything is gone, maybe a statement is in order for those gone, and those you truly miss, I hope so, but judgement is there without a care who's to spare when neglect hits us all, up against the wall we tear against our will, a pit of despair is our pill and I have no doubt, but shout to feel freedom when you do, something you feel, something real, something you want, everything else is gone, when the pit becomes empty try not to miss it, I know from experience you shouldn't miss that shit, though, all is well that ends up well, well what if the ending is bad, and don't think just dismiss the memories that are there, you'll feel less sad, something you feel, something real, something you want back, till its gone again, and when you feel bad, try to feel glad, you had a good time and that matters most, most of the time at least, if not whats holding you back back from all the emotions you could feel, something and I'm gone back to the start of everything, back before you could walk what do you think went on, drama happened just like now, so don't cry shit happens, I'm gone