Give it up, kid. And move on. Save your heart, and your soul, and your sanity. Save yourself. And save the earth from your tears, your sour grapes, and bitter pills. So give it up. And go on. Without the hurt, the pain, the weights. Go on. There’s hope, there’s joy, and many fishes to catch. Give it up, you. You’re meant for something bigger, something brighter, something bouncier. The sun rises, and you could, too. The stars shine, and you should, too. The tides rise, and you must, too. Because, you are beautiful, and the world needs some delightful sights. So live on. And move on. Bring it on and give it up, and grow, and glow.