Today is the day I realized that I could be loved. It echoed though the park last night: 'He wasn't our son; he belonged to everyone...' And this loss isn't good enough for sorrow or inspiration. It's such a loss for the good guys, afraid of this life, that it just is. 'Cause everybody dies... This loss isn't good enough for sorrow or inspiration. It's such a loss for the good guys, afraid of this life, that it just is. Everybody... this loss isn't good enough for sorrow or inspiration. It's such a loss for the good guys, afraid of this life, that it just is. 'Cause everybody dies.