Bro, listen to me carefully!

Yeah. Yeah. Mm. No, no, no, no. Mm, mm. Bro, listen carefully to me now. This chapter has closed for good, no doubt. The past life was like an old film where You played a role but not your true self Within. It's over, period, end of story. Don't wait for applause, don't seek glory. The door is shut, the key was lost long Ago. Standing on the threshold now is foolish and Low. You've got a choice, just two paths ahead. Either drown in what can't be regained, Or rise forward and keep moving instead while this New path still burns bright and unchained. Bro, understand the past is gone. Now it's time to choose what comes along. You can dwell on pain and chew on regret, Or build something new and take control instead. Look no further back, don't stand still. The fewer glances at empty voids, The will to be happy, alive, and real. Build your own happiness, stay unique, Surreal. Dwelling on the past feels like chewing sand. Grinding teeth, choking mind, it takes its stand. Each glance backward is a step into shadow. Every "what" steals your day. It takes toll, you know. But if you look ahead where horizons call, Where light awaits and answers beckon all, You'll see the glow, find the way to rise. Turn chaos into your personal sunrise. The less you remember, The more you love. The less you look behind, the brighter your Gaze. Build something new. Bro, understand the past is gone. Now it's time to choose what comes along. You can dwell on pain and chew on regret, Or build something new and take control instead. Look no further back, don't stand still. The fewer glances at empty voids, The will to be happy, alive, and real. Build your own happiness, stay unique, Surreal. Look no further. Build something new. Be happy. Bro, bro, bro.