I think I’m heading for a landslide.
Gotta watch my step,
gotta keep my voice down.
But I’ll keep heading up that incline,
’cause this time when I hit the top
I’m never coming down.
I’ll stand and scream aloud
at the top of my lungs,
and I’ll look at the sky above
and know I’ve just begun.
Don’t know why I’ve tried to justify.
My life is mine—
won’t back down this time;
this time I’m standing.
And I’m not halfway done.
Feels like I’m running for my dear life.
I wanna catch my breath,
wanna take a look around.
But I’ve been running my whole damned life,
and this time I’m never looking back;
I’m never slowing down.
I’ll lean into the wind,
leave a trail of dust behind,
and when I reach the end
I’ll finally take what’s mine.
And if I hurt you, well,
I’m sorry for my sins,
but I’ve done time
and time to spare.
I hate to fight,
but I gave up on giving in.
I’m sure you’ll realize
that’s better in the end.
(Third verse, same as the first.)
©2001 Schroedinger’s Catbox



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