Tonight, I'm wondering if you people out there have secret lives too.
And in your secret lives, you have this particular person who...
... you never thought you'd meet but met anyway.
... you never thought you'd keep but kept anyway.
... you never thought you'd have and you're right.
Then these people become...
... the ones who would never find out.
... the ones who'd never give a damn if they'd find out.
... the ones you'll spend the rest of your lives getting over.
... the ones you'll always measure everyone else against.
... the ones you can never get away from because everywhere, they just seem to be there too.
And then you somehow learn to let them go, and in your hearts you wish them all the best...
... may they find their one true love, but may find yours first.
... may they build a home and a nice family, but may you have yours first.
... may they find bliss in every way, but may you find yours too, even if you'll always be looking in their direction.
Hmmm... I wonder. Then perhaps this is universal. We're all wounded in a way, bleeding in different degrees. And the luckier ones have healed, though they will always be walking with a limp.
Perhaps if I see the world this way, it will always be a world full of wounded, limping people. Then it wouldn't be so lonely at all.