With still no Ben Stiller in sight, they spend night after night at the museum, lifeless, like the statues they are. They’re sad, but they cannot cry. They have no tears, and they’re stuck smiling when their hearts are in despair. They smile and wave at you, but on the inside, their souls keep getting crushed by their hopelessness. Their wax hearts aren’t melting physically, but their hopes are slowly melting away, trickle after trickle…
With still no Ben Stiller in sight, they spend night after night at the museum, lifeless, like the statues they are. They’re sad, but they cannot cry. They have no tears, and they’re stuck smiling when their hearts are in despair. They smile and wave at you, but on the inside, their souls keep getting crushed by their hopelessness. Their wax hearts aren’t melting physically, but their hopes are slowly melting away, trickle after trickle…