| I walk the narrow path,
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| scorned by some but it’s not for them.
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| The scale was tipped against me,
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| set up for failure I defied the disease.
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| One less rope around my neck
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| Pre-disposed, I chose my fate.
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| I’m lucky to have had the chance.
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| Two ways out, both absolutes:
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| complete dependence or complete rejection.
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| I’ll take the grief as it comes,
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| I’ll feel it for you since you’d rather be numb.
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| I understand the need to escape,
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| even I find ways to forget the pain
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| Like you, don’t wanna face the world.
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| Like you, don’t wanna face myself.
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| Like you, I’m afraid.
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| Afraid of what I might find.
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| I’m sickened by life and the tireless routine,
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| but you won’t see me down begging for release.
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| I reject their cure,
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| It’s temporary and empty.
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| Dull the pain, dull my hatred.
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| I’ll keep them both to spite the world.
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| Outnumbered forever. |