The road where we split is paved with the things you didn’t say…
Well, you can slap me in the face. You can scream profanity at my ears. You can try and use my weaknesses against me to trash my image. You can publicise your hatred about me for all the world to read. You can tie to the bed and try and stone me half to death. You can shoot me in the leg just to try to make me beg and you can leave me there for days. You can stick me in a hole and you can pray all day for rain to drown me. You can dig me up a grave and try and bury me in the ground. You can leave me there to die alone but you can never keep me down because…I’ll be singing "Amen! I’m alive!"
You won’t kill me but from the bottom of my heart, I thank you. I thank you for making me stronger and for showing me what it feels like to be the last one standing. If everyone cared and nobody cried, if everyone loved and nobody lied and if everyone shared and swallowed their pride, I trust we’d have the day when nobody died. The place I am at now is the place I’ve dreamt of for a long time since I was a child and it’s sad to know you cannot comprehend it enough to share it with me.
If I could relieve those days, I know the one thing that would never change. Those times in my life will live with me forever but we’re not the same people now that we were before. I am ready to close this chapter of my life and relish in the beginning of many new chapters to come. I’ll take only the good memories with me, leave the rotten ones behind because that’s how I would like to remember you and be remembered by. Like a stone in a stream, life will smoothe all our edges ’til we barely make a ripple.
Is it getting better or do you feel the same?
Will I make it easier on you now that you got someone to blame?
Did I disappoint you or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had Love and you want me to go without.
Well, it’s too late tonight to drag the past out into the light.
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head?
Did I ask too much…more than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now He’s all I’ve got.
I can’t be holding on to what you got when all you got is…hurt for me.
I got to do what I should…
