I'll miss you 

I'll miss you every time I hear that song 
And every time I feel the need to tell someone something 
That I know they don't need to hear

I'll miss you every fall 
And every winter 

What happens when we all lose hope?  
When we stop believing that it'll all work out? 
What happens then? 

What does it mean to be different? 
What does it mean to stand out, to not be like the rest?
 In this day and age what is different?