Things will never stay the same.
It'll never be monday forever.
Even day turns to night.
One second lost, is another second gained.
But that lost second, won't come back, ever.
It'll only be the seventh of February 2009 once, in this lifetime.
How many seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks have you lost?
How many of it have you lost being upset?
How many have you wasted?
How many potential moments have you thrown away?
When you get upset and start dwelling in it,
there are others who pull themselves out of misery and start living life again.
The world will keep turning.
Everything keeps changing.
When everything keeps changing,
will you be my constant?