Everyone gets stuck somewhere, eventually,
Everything ends.

It all just disappears, doesn't it?
Everything you are, gone in a moment,
Like breath on a mirror.

..And I always will be.
But times change...and so must I.
We all change...

When you think about it.
We're all different people all through our lives.
And that's OK, that's good, you've got to keep moving,

So long as you remember all the people that you used to be.
I will not forget one line of this. Not one day.