No one said so.

My eyes are starting to languish
in that sad, beaten down way.
And the shimmer is gone
because the hope is gone
and it's not really any one
thing, really.

It's not the heart break
or the settling
or the realizing
or the accepting
And it's not the growing old
or the bills that never get paid
or the people that let you down
or the way life erodes your insides
much faster than your outsides.

It's mostly just the knowing
that everyone could make
everyone all better
but they never will
because they'd rather
sit and laugh at the
way we destroy
each other.