Take in the context
It's not a bad thing
But when you start to pick it apart
And you get so depressed
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
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 you
It was bound to happen so just
Keep moving on
There's no perfect endings
You peeled back the layers
And get down to the inside
But sometimes you loose sight
Of what it was you were trying to find
And 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
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 you
It was bound to happen so just
Keep moving on
There's no perfect endings
No perfect endings