"Someone Else" by Queensryche
Feb. 16th, 2004 11:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackofallgeeksWhen I fell from grace I never realized how deep the flood was around me. A man whose life was toil was like a kettle left to boil, and the water left these scars on me. The chains I wore were mine, dragging me towards my fate, planned for me long ago. I played by all their rules, went to their right schools, who was I to question?
They used to say I was nowhere man, heading down was my destiny, but yesterday, I swear, that was someone else not me. Here I stand at the crossroad's edge, afraid to reach out for eternity, one step when I look down I see someone else, not me.
I know now who I am, if only for awhile, I recognize the changes. I feel like I did before the magic wore thin, and the baptism of stains began.
Sacrifice, they always say is a sign of nobility, but where does one draw the line in the face of injury? I'm just trying to understand.
Standing here at the crossroad's edge, looking down at what I used to be a drowning man, trying to stay afloat, heavy with the past, but somehow keeping hope that there's something more than is seen, but it's somewhere out of reach. So I keep looking back. Looking back and I see someone else...
All my life they said I was going down, but I'm still standing stronger proud. And today I know, there's so much more I can be! I think I finally understand!
From where I stand at the crossroad's edge, there's a path leading out to sea. And from somewhere deep in my mind, Sirens sing out loud, songs of doubt, as only they know how. But one glance back reminds and I see someone else, not me.
I keep looking back at someone else... me?
They used to say I was nowhere man, heading down was my destiny, but yesterday, I swear, that was someone else not me. Here I stand at the crossroad's edge, afraid to reach out for eternity, one step when I look down I see someone else, not me.
I know now who I am, if only for awhile, I recognize the changes. I feel like I did before the magic wore thin, and the baptism of stains began.
Sacrifice, they always say is a sign of nobility, but where does one draw the line in the face of injury? I'm just trying to understand.
Standing here at the crossroad's edge, looking down at what I used to be a drowning man, trying to stay afloat, heavy with the past, but somehow keeping hope that there's something more than is seen, but it's somewhere out of reach. So I keep looking back. Looking back and I see someone else...
All my life they said I was going down, but I'm still standing stronger proud. And today I know, there's so much more I can be! I think I finally understand!
From where I stand at the crossroad's edge, there's a path leading out to sea. And from somewhere deep in my mind, Sirens sing out loud, songs of doubt, as only they know how. But one glance back reminds and I see someone else, not me.
I keep looking back at someone else... me?
