It's Not Right, But It's Okay

Well as we say not too long ago, the world is abuzz with the news of another premature celebrity death. The news of Whitney Houston's death took moments to spread around the world, one of the joys of social media (or is it really a curse).

So true to form, by all media forms, the last thing I heard on my way out this morning was "It's Not Right, But It's Okay" by Whitney. While the subject of this particular song is really quite simple - it pretty much spells it out (actually it does), it's also one that brings up the point of just getting on with it. Life is full of those moments where things simply aren't right, but you can either let it break you down or simply say, "It's not right, but okay, I'm getting on with it anyway."

Friday night you and your boys went out to eat
Then they hung out,but you came home around three
Now if six of ya'll went out
Then four of you were really cheap
'Cause only two of you had dinner
I found your credit card receipt

It's not right but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave
And don't you dare come
Running back to me

It's not right but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you
Leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy

I pack your bags so you can leave town for a week
The phone rings and then you look at me
(Why'd you turn and look at me)
You said it was one of your friends
Down on 54th Street
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID

I've been through all this before
So how could you think
That I would stand around
And take some more
Things are gonna change
'Cause I won't be your fool anymore
That's why you have to leave
So don't turn around to see my face
There's no more tears
Left here for you to see

Was it really worth you going out like that
See I'm moving on and I refuse to turn back
See all of this time I thought I had somebody
down for Whitney
It turns out you were making a fool of me

It's not right but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave
And don't you dare come
Running back to me

It's not right,but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you
Leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy

Sometimes we're left having to simply look back and go, that's not right, but heck it's okay, I'll simply get on with it.