I can’t remember if I’ve ever been quite this broke,
In more ways than one.
Watching my life as it goes up in smoke,
so ready to be done.
Cause they say not to fly too high, but when you’re soaring through the sky, it’s so very easy too get too close to the sun..
And I wonder if I could go back now knowing the cost,
Looking back at my mistakes and at all that I’ve lost,
Would I make different choices would I use what I’d learned?
Would I choose to soar lower now that I have been burned?
Would I choose to be different cause my skin it still burns..
Would it be any different if I took different turns?
In my dreams I see the faces of all I have scorned,
And all that I’ve lost, all the friends I have mourned..
In the past I’d be overcome, I’d fall to my knee,
Screaming at God, asking “damnit, why me?”
Back when I questioned him, “blessed or am I cursed?”
When life felt surreal like it’d all been rehearsed.
Deja vu, felt like I’d done this all before,
Vuja de so familiar but I’m just not quite sure..
Maybe I’m special or maybe I just personify,
Could it be supernatural, is there more to this than meets the eye?
Sometimes I think that all I know is a lie,
It makes it hard to get up, makes it so hard to try..
And though I don’t want to be like this, there’s so much I’ve overcome,
And though I see my reflection and do not like who I’ve become,
I’m not sure given the chance I’d change the choices I’d made,
All those times I could’ve left I think I still would’ve stayed.
Because if changing my choices meant changing who I am,
Then I’d do it all over again,
Because if changing my choices changed being with you today,
Then I wouldn’t do a single thing any other way.
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