The Art of Loss

Shaken — blind to your deceit
But I finally learned that there won’t be a happy ending
Meeting your stare, there’s no answer there
Yet it’s clear on your face that there isn’t a happy ending
Sometimes it pays not to give up, But it heightens the pain when all is lost
Falling, totally out of reach
And I can’t return, so there won’t be a happy ending
Is it my destiny? A fate that’s designed for me?
Must I accept that there isn’t a happy ending?
Sometimes it pays not to give up, but it heightens the pain when all is lost
We can try to insulate ourselves, but there’s a truth that we can’t hide
Unless we open up ourselves to pain, we never truly are alive
(Solo: Mularoni, van Dyk)
Choices all along the way shape what will come
So there might be a happy ending
I have my will, and sometimes my way
In control of my view, I will make my own happy ending
We can try to insulate ourselves, but there’s a truth that we can’t hide
Unless we open up ourselves to pain, we never truly are alive
With realization comes empowerment, and the truth will set me free
I’m an author in my story, and its end depends on me
(Solo: Poland)