I want to be alone
I want to be sad
I want to think of the past
I want to mourn what I've lost.
I want to remember the friends I had
I want to think of the people I knew
So well
I want to sit and think and not face
Another tomorrow.

The point here
Is that life always goes on.
It leaves you in the dust
Sobbing and thinking of loss
Holding on to small things
Remembering cute smiles
And loving eyes
And whispered feelings
And heart break.  

Life cares about none of that.
It simply doesn't matter in the
Grand scheme of things.

So what we must see is this:

You can hide in the night.
Cry your loss to the darkness.
Ask the moon and stars for solace.
But in the end
No matter how hard you've cried,
No matter how many horrible thing you've thought,
The sun comes up anyway.

It's that simple.
The sun comes up anyway