i guess you really did it this time
lost yourself in your warpath
lost your balance on a tightrope
lost your mind tryin’ to get it back
wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days?
always a bigger bed to crawl into
wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything?
and everybody believed in you?
i wished i knew if i am at the right place at the right time doing the right thing.
if life is a fair trade,
in exchange to not getting what i want, what will i get in return?
in exchange of not seeing what i should, what will i see in return?
in exchange of not knowing what i must know, what will i know in return?
the funny thing is that i believed that i did everything right.
i did what is expected of me.
i found what i should search for.
i completed what is entrusted to me.
i acquiesced with what is forbidden to me.
and i never really looked back again.
what’s in it for me?
what about me?
what about what i want? what i need?
i guess somehow i understood izzie’s twisted request from a dying man like danny.
you just wouldn’t, couldn’t, bring yourself to have it any other way.
even if you do,
can your heart take it?