Hey, shit happens. Undoubtedly. Shit happens.

Plans go array. People go astray. Love dies. People come and go. Confusion strikes.

He's gone away again. He's somewhere else. Falling again for perfect her.
And I'm left here again, crying, and aching over the fact that I didn't act fast enough.

What is it that we wait for? No one's gonna call us and say the world's about to end or to say we've got 3 years 7 months left. It's not a matter of last-minute rash-decisions. It's a matter of knowing that everything can end just as sudden as it started, that people change, peoples' minds change, decisions quiver, and sometimes it's now or never. It truly is.

Can't we understand that time does go by? That some things are actually a one-shot kind of thing? That we truly gotta seize the moment, take the opportunity, risk the chance. And make 'what if?' come alive.

Our head won't always be able to dictate over our hearts. Shit happens. Sometimes we're so exhausted to pat ourselves in the back and cure our own hearts and pretend we're OK. Sometimes our own heart gives out. And, most of time, it's later rather than sooner when we finally manage to understand that we screwed up, that we let it go, that it's not his or her fault - it's our very own.

Things are left unsaid. Hearts and doors are left ajar. And we breath in deeper, we wonder more, we even sleep more trying to shut out our minds.

We gotta make things happen. WE gotta make things happen. Why wait? Why wait for flowers and compliments as if we'll someday find them on the street, as if we hope we'll cross paths with them? What if we don't? What if it's left up to us? We gotta make things happens and take risks. Flowers and compliments will follow.

And, undoubtedly, shit happens.

Undoubtedly. We gotta take a last shot. Our own very shot at finding our own cure, at finding what can make us sleep, and what can make us breath.

He who can get us back to being us.

Sometimes we find ourselved torn between love and lust, between zsa-zsa-zsu and old loves, between friends and lovers; sometimes we find ourselves so troubled and confused. Sometimes, quite often, we find ourselves at a crossroads, and sometimes, quite often, we end up in a train wreck.

Sometimes we can't distinguish between movies and reality, and we can't understand the difference between real desire or the simple obsession of wanting to win. Is it a victory letting someone go and accepting his happiness with someone else or is it a victory picking a battle until we win over her - over the other one?

Sometimes time brings people together, sometimes confusions does, and sometimes we fall... harder than we ever expected.

Sometimes decisions and choices seem tough, trying seems unbearable, and our energy has left us, and a glance at our hearts still won't answer the question. Sometimes we don't know what we've got till it's gone, we don't know when to let go, when to give up, when to keep up. Sometimes it all feels incredibly ironic - and we're lost. In a dead-end labyrinth.