There is a party elsewhere. Not near you, but somewhere. They're having the time of their lives. And what are you doing? Just sitting there. Laying there. Doing nothing. Pathetic. So what? Everything happens anywhere. There is rain elsewhere. There is love elsewhere. There is hope elsewhere. But not here. Time passes elsewhere. Yet time still passes here. And what are you doing to pass the time? Nothing. You're doing nothing with your life. Nothing important. Nothing good enough. What does it matter? Parties happen without you all the time. You don't even know about them. But when you do, it feels off-putting. You know of a party elsewhere. Full of friends. No. Full of people you know. Maybe just people you used to know. You were not invited. You didn't want to come anyway, but... Not even invited? Didn't even have the option? Someone else decided for you. You can't go. You weren't gonna. But you know you can't. Who even are you to them? Did they forget? Do they just not want you? Is it because they knew you wouldn't come? Is it because they hate you? Just knowing about it makes you sick. Makes you wonder what it's like with things other than parties. Would you be able to move forward in life if you were magically told the result of every missed opportunity in your life? Everything you can't go back on. How everything could have been, but isn't. Everything you don't have. You were fine with what you had now, but after knowing what could have been.. If you just did one thing differently. Everything could have been different. Everything could have been better. What do you do now? Is every decision a mistake? Is every step forward just a miserable detour towards the wrong path? Can you even do anything anymore without messing everything up with everyone you know? No. That's why you're here. Doing nothing. While a party rages on. Elsewhere.
Hardstyle - Laurent Lombard
