Sun's burning down on my back as I run towards a closing door.
I'm left in the middle of the pavement that's blistering my feet.
This is nothing like your song.
No falling into the ocean, drowning in the stains on my life.
This is not your brave man's story that ends in wrong or right.
I will not be made the demon for what I must do, nor the princess for my vulnerability.
I will pace, for countless hours before I realize those hours are gone, and I could have done something better with my day.
I will spin, suspended by my decisions, and I will feel the impact of each one.
I will rest while I lick my self inflicted wounds, and
I will be ok.