Ultimately.

Ultimately.
I love that word.

In the end of all this, everything will be fine.
Mine, yours, his, hers and everyone's emotions are up and down, and in and out.
But in the end, it will all work out, and we will die happy.

I think everyone who lives their life out until the natural end will die happy.
And I think you will too.
I think you worry too much, you think each year is a milestone, but I know you'll be here 'til the end, And you know it too.

I really fancy going to the sea.
Or, somewhere. Anywhere. Take me away?
I want to be with friends. And I want to know what to choose; but if I know that I guess I could say "Where's the fun?"

Whats the rush? We've all the time in the world.

Keeping our life lines close, And aiming for top score.
We all play life like it's a game.
But whats the point?
Nobody gets out alive anyway.


GO DO SOMETHING FUN.
RIGHT NOW.
Go out, and do something you'd not usually do.
Stop playing the game and feel alive for the first time.