hey narrator, now where have you gone?nni've heard you humming to the songsnnthe soundtrack of my public miserynnthe real world treads on all teenage dreamsnnand we keep wondering what life meansnndenying it might mean nothing at allnnis the shoebox enough to make it worth it?nnmemories of reaching true lovenneven though it might have been just for a whilennwhy take someone on a dive to nowhere?nnis the ride itself enough to bearnnthe solitude of a long walk back home?nnand will my home look at me the same waynnor will it be shaped like her facennasking me what in hell am i to donnwith the name of her dog, the size of her shoesnnthe crooked smile she cracks when she losesnnat a board game...nnwas it there when she said goodbye?nnnnand if it's a lonely effortnnwhat's the point in living this pain?nnjust a random attempt at finding something that's biggernna sum that means more than just you and mennis life the wait for the chance to try again?nnjust the wait for one more chance to try againnnor just hanging around?nnnnthe narrator hops back on stage:nnwell, that's it, i've had enough!nni'm disgusted by this poetry in loneliness!nnwhen did this tyranny of sorrow ruin the things we believednnwere a deeper kind of commitment?nnand look how those butterflies flying away seem lovely from here!nnbecause love is more than selfish adjectivesnnwhat went wrong that now a kiss and a happy endnnseem just so out of the ordinary?nnit should not seem so out of the ordinary...nnnnthen the boy runs for the girl one final timennand the audience claps, just feeling so alivenn'cause even though there was no once upon a timennit must end with happy ever after