Somehow I got used to these cracks on my phone

and for some reason I don't really miss the way it used to be

Well maybe that's wrong, I don't think about how it used to be

I've used it as a mental metaphor on my life

cracked and shattered

A first world exaggeration? Probably.

But when things happen, your first thought is usually how can I get over it?

You may think on it and dwell on it.

Nothing that would change it, but hey you still do it

but without realizing that day by day you learn to live life through it.

And maybe once in awhile you'll think on it and that thought will come and go

but it'll hit you that life goes on and so should you.

I know it's a hard lesson for anybody, but here's how I know it'll be okay:

somehow I got used to these cracks on my heart.