Empty Pages For The No Longer Young

2003-05-11T16:33:00.000-07:00

For all the men out there:

Keywords and their meanings:

FINE: This is the word we use at the end of any argument that we feel we are right about but need to shut you up. NEVER use fine to describe how a woman looks. This will cause you to have one of those arguments.

FIVE MINUTES: This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so it's an even trade.

NOTHING: This means something and you should be on your toes. "Nothing" is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument that will last "Five Minutes" and end with a huffy "Fine."

GO AHEAD (with raised eyebrows): This is a dare, one that will result in my getting upset over "Nothing" and will end with the word "Fine."

GO AHEAD (normal eyebrows): This means "I give up" or "do what you want because I don't care." You will get a raised eyebrow "Go ahead" in just a few minutes, followed by "Nothing" and "Fine" and she will talk to you in about "Five Minutes" when she cools off.

(LOUD SIGH): This is not actually a word, but is still often a verbal statement very misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing."

(SOFT SIGH): Again, not a word, but a verbal statement. "Soft Sighs" are one of the few things that some men actually understand. She is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe, and she will stay content.

OH!: This exclamation, followed by any statement, is trouble. Example: "Oh, let me get that." Or, "Oh, I talked to him about what you were doing last night." If she says "Oh" before a statement, RUN, do not walk, to the nearest exit. She will tell you that she is "Fine" when she is done tossing your clothes out the window, but do not expect her to talk to you for at least 2 days. "Oh" as the lead to a sentence usually signifies that you are caught in a lie. Do not try to lie more to get out of it, or you will get raised eyebrows and "Go ahead" followed by acts so unspeakable that we can't bring ourselves to write about them.

THAT'S OK: This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can say to a man. "That's OK" means that she wants to think long and hard before paying you retributions for what ever it is that you have done. "That's OK" is often used with the word "Fine" and used in conjunction with a raised eyebrow "Go ahead." At some point in the near future when she has plotted and planned, you are going to be in some mighty big trouble.

PLEASE DO: This is not a statement; it is an offer. A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have a fair chance to tell the truth, so be careful and you shouldn't get a "That's OK."

THANKS: A woman is thanking you. Do not faint; just say, "You're welcome."

THANKS A LOT: This is much different from "Thanks." A woman will say, "Thanks A LOT," when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have hurt her in some callous way, and will be followed by the "Loud Sigh." Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the "Loud Sigh," as she will only say "Nothing."

I hope this clears up any misunderstandings...

2003-05-11T16:27:00.000-07:00

Women are women / Men are boys

I don’t think I’d want to live in any other time period. Women were hated for a long time. Women, and mostly anyone else who wasn’t a white male. Pah. And it’s still sort of like that. There are still prejudices and such. Just not as extreme. Or, rather, they’ve shifted. Instead of being prejudiced against women, it’s now more so towards gays, or people of lesser-respected religions. At least, lesser respected through the seer’s eyes. My dad claims to have had bad experiences with Jewish people, so now he has a prejudice against them, be it subliminal or that he’s aware of it. To each his own. I can’t change his views. I can yell at him when he says things that are rude, or derogatory, but I can’t change him.

But honestly, you can’t change a person. You can adjust things about them, like their ideas, or slightly shift their opinions… for instance; Dito showed me that Gay is a lifestyle, a choice. It’s not the definition of a person. It’s how they have relationships. It may be the first thing they think of when asked “how would you describe yourself?” But it’s not just what a person is. A person is a person; we should all honestly be treated equally. But that will never happen. Because people don’t change.

And as “Go Women’s Lib!” as I am, I know that women are not 100% equal to men. That’s been proven. At least, women are not as physically strong as men. It’s scientific fact. Yet, we are stronger mentally, and more emotionally built. If an average woman and an average man had to compete in weight lifting, to see who could lift more, the man would probably win. If an average woman and an average man had to compete in a memory test, or something like Mahjong, the woman would probably win. That is why women are women, and men will always be boys. It will always be a fact that having endometriosis hurts more than getting kicked in the balls, or that menopause doesn’t nearly compare to, well, being kicked in the balls. Men don’t get hot flashes, or cramps, or anything involved with ovaries.

All you men out there – when any woman says that her cramps are killing her, and that men will never understand the pain we endure… AGREE WITH HER. If you say, “men have problems, too” – you better run, you fool. You better run, duck, and not make a sound. That woman will hunt you down, in her menstruating rage, and kill you. And she will kill any other man in her path. Because you men do NOT help when a woman has her period. It is bad enough; if you want to survive, you better be serving us, and giving us everything we ask for. Make the meals, do the laundry, make the bed – don’t hesitate. Once the woman is over the crimson wave, all will be okay. She will be a regular hormonal woman. Because when we are over our periods, we still have hormones. They just don’t fluctuate as much. We still bitch, and rant, and scream, and kill people with evil stares. But when we have our periods, we have an excuse.

And really, life is built on excuses; don’t you know that already?

Don't want to live my life as a movie.
Always thinkin I could've been something.
Live your life as if you're one.
Find quiet, it's awful quiet.
--Tegan & Sarah, Divided

2003-05-11T16:24:00.000-07:00

Chloe says: I'm a virginal girl who does her work, goes to work, babysits, dogsits...with one drawback - if you even looked at it that way - I vent in my blog. I do it because it's like my method of therapy - it helps me release...

That sounds familiar. I think everyone goes through crap and vents in their blogs. I think it's healthy. Would you want us to kill ourselves from the stress of life?? It's not easy. I know adults say that kids have no idea what it's like to have responsibilities and all that nonsense. We have responsibilities. They may seem worthless to you adults but they are something. People reading people's blogs and throwing them out of proportion for... no reason. At all. We own ourselves. What does it matter what they think? They can be gone as soon as you can leave. You have to live with yourself forever. So there.

2003-05-11T16:21:00.000-07:00

In Need of Comfort
1. Do you eat for comfort sometimes?
~ of course i do! whether i'm riding the crimson wave, studying for a final, or watching a really sappy romance-comedy on tv... i eat. i eat too much to be healthy. but i don't eat junk food. in the summer, i bringe on fruit. if you can in fact eat too much *fruit*. :D but i know when to stop. usually...

2. What triggers comfort eating for you?
~ sadness. loneliness. or when i have my period. eek. i'm an emotional eater. happy, sad, nervous, bored. boredom is a big problem. lots of people eat when they're bored. i learned from joy behar to ask myself "am i really hungry?" when i grab something to eat. usually, i'm not. i am just not aware of it, until i ask myself. it sounds ridiculous, but it works. and i never eat to the point where i feel sick. minus when i'm with friends. parties, etc - i eat til i'm nauseas. but when i eat out, or at dinner, i eat until i'm "comfortably full." i hate feeling sick after eating.

3. What is your usual comfort food?
hmm. i love anything chocolate, obviously. i also really like nachos with fresh salsa, and a pepsi. i don't know what it is about the salt in the nachos, and the fresh salsa, and the really sweet pepsi. i never drink soda, too, so it's always extra tasty when i do. oh, and a friendly's Jim Dandy sundae. five scoops of ice cream, all the toppings, etc etc everything yummy. that is definitely perfection in its highest form. :drools:

2003-05-11T16:20:00.000-07:00

I am: a girl. 15. original. not cliché. eccentric. irritable. talking to someone online right now.

I am not: an elf. though that would be interesting.

I hurt: people.

I love: eating. writing good poem. ;p musicals. really good singing. music that fits my mood. bad 90's movies like 'spice world'. honest people. surveys. talking to people i haven't seen in a long time.

I hate: stupidity. lazy people. "i'm too lazy" is not an excuse! it is a sign of weakness! i also hate people who talk while eating! disgusting! appalling!

I fear: the dark. i am *so* scared of darkness. i think it's the whole idea of not being able to be aware of everything around me.

I hope: to have a really really really wonderful life ahead of me. to have one really great friend with me in life. to find someone that i positively *adore* and always want to be with! to meet michael vartan. :D hey, a girl can dream!

I hear: patti lupone, "buenos aires" (EVITA!)

I crave: food! i am so hungry!

I regret: nothing! a life of regrets is a life half lived, or something like that.

I cry: barely ever.

I care: about people. even though i don't tell them.

I always: laugh when i don't know what's going on.

I long: to be able to sing. hahaha. ;p

I feel alone: often. but in a good way. not depressed. but time to be alone with myself {redundant?} and ponder.

I listen: to everyone. to music. to silence. to nature. to teachers. to myself.

I hide: when i feel confused. lost. sad. pissed off. when i feel like the world is pushing me too far.

I drive: people insane.

I sing: *really* offkey. hahaha. ;p yet i sing whenever i get the chance. oy!

I dance: fairly okay. if i learned to, i could be pretty good. but the most i've danced is at high school dances. and you know how that goes. ;p

I breathe: oxygen. love. scents with memories.

I play: with people's minds. the guitar. mind games.

I miss: my oblivious childhood.

I search: for beauty. for meaning. for people. for love. for laughter. for innocence. for perfection.

I feel: confused, because one of my contacts is not in right! augh.

I know: too much for my own age. things that i shouldn't how to manipulate people when they deserve to be manipulated. how to be evil. how to be fun. how to play to people's emotions.

I never: cry. swear [unless you push me too far ;p]. admit when i've lost. let the idiots drag me down.

I say: things that surprise people.

I succeed: at sucking up to teachers. at getting good grades. at listening. at learning new things. at making up words and making them make sense in context of sentences. at confusing people. at laughing when the time is wrong.

I fail: at being perfect. at accepting perfection. to cry. to sing well. to dance well. at nothing.

I dream: all the time. about love. about life. about the past. about being able to do the impossible.

I wonder: about whether cheesecake is cake or pie. it is cheesCAKE, but it has a crust. dito popped that thought in my head.

I want: to be loved. to learn about everything i can. to be respected. be make a name for myself.

I eat: almost anything that's not red meat or pork. or with curry. i never understood curry.

I worry: way too much. but not about petty things.

I have: too many things to say. too many things to learn. too many things i want to do in life. a mind that people may find surprising.

I give: inspiration. opinions. objections. happiness.

I fight: a lot! i argue whenever i can! i try to keep people on their feet! you gotta stay up, gotta keep going. can't let people drag you down.

I need: to calm down! to enjoy myself more than i already do. to stop taking surveys. to trust people more.

2003-05-08T16:09:00.001-07:00

Why Blog?

I had guards like watchdogs, dogs in a manger / I could feel the protection, possessions, and anger / And I drove out of there with no one behind me / Feeling funny and free.

A few whiles ago, there were people reading my site that I know personally. My "guards like watchdogs," if you will. I don't mind who reads my site. But when I am confronted for being a "bad person" for having real thoughts? Not acceptable. I am aware that anyone can access it; they just have to find it. Hence why I don’t use my real name, of anything like that. My posts are truthful, but I think there needs to be a sense of security, for my own sanity, so I use the penname Magenta. Like most authors. Or actors. They all change their names.

All you pretty pretenders, negligent vendors / Aren't you precious inside? I have no need for anger with intimate strangers and / I got nothing to hide.

So. Chloe's school has been reading her blog, stalking her, and telling her to take her site down or else she's booted from school. This made me realize that *everyone* who has a site is gonna be found one way or another by someone they don't want reading it. She's very blunt, very honest in her posts. She's hardcore, that girl. I've learned from her, and this situation. She never once let the school get their way. It's freedom of speech. But she doesn’t have First Amendment rights in Canada, which is silly.

I laughed as I said it: This is MY situation. It's not pictures or privilege / It's just self-preservation / I don’t want you to feel any obligation / Would it be so funny to be free.

I think it's all a learning process; the stuff we aren't taught in school. It goes beyond "just say no" - this is a fleeting look of what life is really like - dealing with people in general. People who won't like you for who you really are. My layouts are the pretty exterior - like my physical self. How I look on the outside. A pretty little girl, a shy girl. I can play people like a tune. I know when to be shy, when to be sweet, when to suck up to teacher, when to bitch out people, when to give evil-eyes, and when to be myself. The last one is the toughest, but I suppose it will always be that way. Honesty is the best policy, but not always the easiest.

The posts are the reality, the truth. Rants used to be the majority of what I wrote. I dealt with intense stuff last year, starting two new schools and all. Typical teen angst. At least, they seemed like typical teen angst. I guess some of the posts were just that, like boy-sadness and all that hum-drum-blah. I had some real issues, and I occasionally posted about them. But I knew about the sour apples in my audience who would only see me as the bitchy, angry, ranting girl. That's just a piece of who I am.

I think self expression is healthy. Teen girls have problems. It doesn't matter how these problems are classified; as unimportant and petty as they may seem to one person, to the one suffering the problem - it's a big deal. Blogs are healthy. I think it's good for a girl [I use girl because I have first hand experience at being one] to gush all those problems, dreams, drama, issues, whatever. Leaving it all bottled up inside is what some people want us to do - it's "weird" to put your diary on the internet. It's "not healthy." It gives people the "wrong idea."

If you're that insecure about *me* - I think that is not healthy for you. Don't worry about me. In the end, we're all alone. Worry about yourself. You're on your own in life. I can handle myself okay. I know there are limits - let me find them on my own. I have to learn for myself.

Anyway. The blogger [one who blogs] has to know how to control these ideas. If you want to scream and throw spatterings of insanity at the page, so be it. I have my days where I sit down and shout out my posts in no order or form. That's the beauty of editing; you can change things about later, so it won't be line after line of "that's so f*cked up; I hate my f*cking life." Half the reason we have blogs is to get viewers to understand our lives, and what we endure everyday. Sure, there are novels like Go Ask Alice, based upon a teenage drug addict's life - but the beauty of blogs is that they don't have a single plot. They're updated on a regular basis, and the viewer always has something new to read and learn about the blogger/author.

You have to understand: these posts are only a glimpse into our lives. We are not perfect. Is anyone? Honestly, everyone has flaws. You do. You are probably listing them off right now. And if you're not - you should be. It's good to have flaws. It makes us individual. Individuality is key. What if we were all clones of Dick Cheney, or Michael Jackson? Aren't you glad we're all unique.

So, I hope you know better understand it all. Or are trying to. All you need to do is step back, take a breath, and read our blogs for what they are: a partial view into our lives as people. A way to better understand what real people are dealing with.

No glamour, no glitter, just reality.

2003 MQ.
[song credit: Amy Ray, "Reunion"]

2003-05-08T16:09:00.000-07:00

Romance Novels & Westerns

There are two things in life that there are too many of: Romance novels & Western movies. The world just needs ONE romance novel, because they are all the same, except in different time periods or countries. Fabio saves the lonely princess girl. Bernardo does the lonely widow. Eduardo falls in love with the lonely farming girl. Yeah. And Western movies... gah. Too many of those, too. We just need one.

2003-05-08T16:08:00.003-07:00

Drugs:

I'm not one to preach about drugs and sex and what to do and what not to do. But kids smoking pot or shooting up at 15... that's not right. Kids are kids; we need time to experience adolescence. I know. But why do teenagers do drugs? I admit, I've been curious, as any teenager is, but it's gross. I'm smart, and have heard horrible stories that taint that curiosity, so I know not to fulfill that curiosity. Drugs are bad. I know. I feel weird enough writing about it, so why would I do it.

But it surprises me when I learn who's smoking what and with whom, and who's dealing it, in my school. See, there's this girl, I'll call her Jane. She's pretty, she's seemingly confident, and she's popular. Not Popular-bad, like the girls who do their makeup during class. She's popular in that she talks to most everyone, no matter where they stand on the high school hierarchy. I admire her, yes, but today I found out that this girl has pot in her possession, and I assume she lights up sometimes. It perturbs me to know this, because she seems so innocent, but in a different-than-average-femininity way. And I found out who she supplies, too. I cannot believe that she gives this kid drugs. I'm really surprised, and a quite appalled. You have the rest of your life to experiment with drugs and such. Enjoy the naivety now, while you have it. But she's still cool - drugs aren't bad - they can't do anything on their own - but it's bad when people use them.

2003-05-08T16:08:00.002-07:00

Embrace Your Flaws:

I'm offensive. I was told that recently. To my face. I was told that I'm offensive, and that I can't hide behind my false confidence forever. It really angered me, but it made me realize how rude I can be. Not really rude; I consciously do it, so which is worse? Being aware of my bitchiness, or being unconsciously rude? I think it's part of who I am, honestly. I'm comical, I'm paranoid, and I'm bitchy. But I'm a thinker, and can catch people off-guard with my comments a lot. Moonglow told me to never change my qualities that make me who I am. I think about that comment a lot. We're always trying to change ourselves; it's how we're brought up in society. But when we try to change something, it fails, because we can't really change ourselves that much. That's why diet pills "work so fast" [which is all a gimmick, but let's stay on subject] - people don't want to commit to diet. They want results NOW NOW NOW. And if it doesn't happen NOW NOW NOW, people give up. That's why New Year's Resolutions are nonsense. I've honestly forgotten mine already. They were probably like, be nicer and study more. If I really want to study more, I would stop blogging. "Writing in that thing is a waste of time," is what I'm told. No, it's not. It keeps me sane. ;p Mm'kay, offensive rant over.

2003-05-08T16:08:00.001-07:00

Women, part 1:

Women have this power - we know when to turn on charm to get what we want. Need a good grade in class? Go for extra help and suck up. Need money? Ask a kid in class, and flirt like mad. It works. Women have a power that men don’t - so use it to your advantage, because it won't last forever.

2003-05-08T16:08:00.000-07:00

You can't hide:

People think they're all smart 'n hardcore. So there are people that read my blog and pretend they don’t. I mean, convincing me that they don’t. Yeah. Right. I know you adore, worship, and want to BE ME. I understand. It's life. My life. This is the truth of what happens. You can't hide. I have your stats, all your locations, where you're from, what your server is, when you read, how often, how long. Nothing is hidden. So don't try and fool me. I'm not that dense. So if you're reading this, and I confront you, and you act all innocent and angelic - admit it and save your own face. Lying is pointless. I'm fifteen, and I know that already.

2003-05-08T16:01:00.000-07:00

Dress Code:

I sometime wear a shirt that said "Weathervane - Battle of the Sexes - tug of war" - everyone gets in an uproar because it said SEX. They don’t realize that it refers to gender, not the act. So where do we draw the line? We aren't supposed to wear things that are sexually explicit, among other things, like drugs and whatever. Those Abercrombie shirts say worse, but they're just not literal - they have double meaning. My friend has a shirt with a baseball on it, saying "Always trying to make it past third base" - in high school, that means having sex. So he's a male - he can wear offensive shirts? And I can't wear something that shows competition between genders?

2003-05-08T16:00:00.000-07:00

Celebrity Love:

Why is it that when celebrities break up with each other, we get all disappointed, like we have a chance with them? Honestly, I'm happy that Michael Vartan is single. I only want him to date Jen Garner. Because they're fabulous together. But if he were to date anyone else, I'd be really mad. Funny world.

2003-05-08T15:59:00.001-07:00

Listening To Yourself:

I wonder if singers listen to their own music. Shania commented on her own music by saying that sometimes she put both the 2 discs in "Up!" on random so she gets some of the country and some of the rock interspersed. But, so artists sit down in their tour bus, take out their little travel-sized Boggle, and in noticing the silence, think to themselves "Hmm, I'm feeling like listening to a little bit o' me today"? I've always wondered that. That would be really spiff, to have a professionally recorded CD of your own music to listen to… but it would weird me out. It's kind of like having to listen to your own voice on the answering machine. I hate that. It's like… "BEEP thank you for calling blah blah blah blah at the blah blah residence, please leave a message after the tone… BEEP" how can people leave a message after suffering through listening to me blabber nonsense for a full 7 seconds? I want a fun message. Something like… "Thank you for calling, but I'm not home and that means that I'm probably out having a better time that you." and I would delay 5 seconds before hanging up so it takes extra time for the beep to beep (monotonous, no?)..

2003-05-08T15:59:00.000-07:00

Angst? What Angst!

I'm happy with my life. At the moment, at least. It's a good thing, life. I was reading that novel, The Way To Somewhere, and it made me realize how lucky I am. I don’t have crazy, drunken parents, my dad doesn’t beat my mom, I'm an only child, which is good and bad, mostly good. And... meh, I'm just content with who I am. I have trustworthy friends (two), and then a bunch of people at school that I get along great with. I love my writing friends and teachers at Academy; they're all such beautiful 'n inspirational people, who make me want to be a better person. They accept my flaws, and bring out my better side. It sounds like a cult the way I talk about it. ;p It's school! Anyway. There are some things I would change if I had a magic faerie to grant my wishes, but for the most part, I'm happy. Isn't that delightful? But seriously, I read about people my age who are so dissatisfied with their life, and it frustrates me because I'm the kind of person who wants to change the world.

2003-05-08T15:58:00.000-07:00

Tips To Battle PMS!

EAT MORE:
*Whole grains: (4+ servings daily of whole grain breads or cereals; loaded w/ B-vitamins which become depleted during PMS)
*Soluble & complex fibers: Oats, lentils, fruits, veggies, oatmeal, containing soluble fiber, which help curb sugar cravings (sugar is HORRIBLE during PMS! makes you feel worse.)
*Green veggies: Spinach, kale, bok choy, & lettuce - contain vitamin to decrease upper chest, um, pain. [if you get my drift]
*Magnesium rich foods: Low magnesium is associated with tiredness, headaches, & shakiness; eat more of the following to decrease these symptoms: nuts, whole grains, beans, milk, seeds.
*Calcium-rich foods! Significantly decreases PMS symptoms. Low fat dairy products, sardines, soybeans, black-eyed peas, collard greens, almonds, tofu, broccoli, etc.
*Lean protein: LESS MOOD SWINGS! Helps to regulate blood-sugar levels. Fish, poultry, lowfat dairy, beans, lentils, tofu, lean red meat - NO FATTY MEAT OR WHOLE MILK CHEESE.
*Omega-3 Fatty Acids: Possibly decreases pms symptoms, also very healthy for you; tuna, mackerel, herring; walnuts, flaxseeds.
*Eat SENSIBLY: Avoid extreme dieting or overeating. Odd eating habits will worsen you mood, & make symptoms worse.

DON'T EAT:
*SUGAR: Increases blood-sugar levels; makes for worse & more MOOD SWINGS, makes mood worse; limit intake of hard candies, syrups, sweetened beverages, cookies, cakes, etc.
*CAFFEINE: Limit coffee, tea, chocolate, and other caf. products in your diet (no more than two cups per day). Increases IRRITABILITY.
*HIGH FAT FOODS: Fried 'n fatty foods take a long time to digest, making you feel sluggish. No French fries, deep fried veggies, friend chicken, chips, chocolate, and excessive cakes 'n cookies.

2003-05-08T15:53:00.000-07:00

indigo girls / "virginia woolf"

[inspiration of my new blog, just for my complete thoughts]

some will strut and some will fret
see this an hour on the stage
others will not but they'll sweat
in their hopelessness and their rage
we're all the same the men of anger
and women of the page
they published your diary
and that's how i got to know you
the key to the room of your own and a mind without end
and here's a young girl
on a kind of a telephone line through time
and the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
so i know i'm all right
life will come and life will go
still i feel it's all right
cause i just got a letter to my soul
and when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughs in my face
you say "each life has its place"
the hatches were battened
the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
the battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
if you need to know that you weathered the storm
of cruel mortality
a hundred years later i'm sitting here living proof
so you know you're all right
(all right)
life will come and life will go
(life will come and go)
still you'll feel it's all right
(all right)
someone'll get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
when your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughed in your face
did you hear me say "each life has its place"
the place where you hold me
dark in a pocket of truth
the moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
and so it was for you
when the river eclipsed your life
and sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me
and it was my rebirth
so we know we're all right
(all right)
though life will come and life will go
(though life will come and life will go)
still you'll feel it's all right
(all right)
someone'll will get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
then you know you're all right
(when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue)
then you feel you're all right
(empty pages for the no longer young)
and your hear dry you eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and your hear dry your eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and it's all right
(it'll be all right)