To Whom It Meant A Little, To Whom It Meant Everything

As time goes by, everything slowly fade, not away but into silence like how it always used to be
At times no longer debating, no matter what you say what you think, is concern of none
Help do not exist when the only one who can save you is only yourself or a miracle
When everything is lost, how do you save yourself?
You pick yourself up and look forward? Who doesn't know?
Why do we call sorrows as burden?
Because it weights you down right deep inside you
It's not like fuking TVB where characters could wake up one day, forgetting every yesterdays
Choices are you try survive on what you could find,
Grow stubborn, far more than before, so you could stand and move on
What 'everything' meant, is not simple