- I Wrote This For You
- I Wrote This For You
You are a place in a story, in which I stop and find myself.
You are my best problem.
And I want you to feel this. Because this is what it feels like.
- I Wrote This For You
You have inspired me just as you have inspired the rest of the world…
thank you for everything.
Every day after school at 4 o’clock, you were there for me. To enlighten me, to humor me, to share the love with me.
You are my one inspiration and I am deeply saddened to see your show end, but hope that it paves the way for something even better.
I’ve always pondered the miracle of how someone can decide what they want to do for the rest of their life. Yes, it truly is a miracle to me because there are so many intangibles, so many details and the amazing process that brings you to your conclusion.
Is it fate? Is it a calling? An irking feeling you stumble upon or a sudden hard slap in the face? An interest that you blindly pursue, hoping and praying that you’re choosing the right path but never really knowing all along? Is it an obligation you feel towards yourself or someone else, or a leap of faith in a direction you hope will bring success?
How can you know now what you will be doing later on when the future holds so many unknowns, so many uncertainties that can change everything. How do you know your passion will still hold 40 years from now and how do you keep that passion?
I see myself somewhere, but I don’t know if that’s where I’m supposed to be. I don’t know if I’m good enough, if I can do it, because so far I am proving that I cannot. I am not being pessimistic, I am being realistic. I don’t know.
And I don’t know how to know.
Will you tell me the meaning of life?
Cause here I stand, at the end of this knife
On this bridge, looking down, as you look on
That man there? He won’t care, when I’m gone
When he goes home to his kids tonight
Won’t be in tears, no care in sight
I’m living day by day, lost up in the fray
Standing static, stuck on daily replay
So give me something to believe in,
I need a breath away from breathin’
And you tell me that it’s too soon, too early
But we’ll all die sooner or later, surely
It won’t make a difference, now or ten
Years from now, cause even then
I’ll still be alone, stuck in the same place
I’ve always been, but still, just in case
Some family of mine shows up and asks where
I am, tell them I’ve gone, out of their hair
Good riddance, goodbye, no longer here
Just long ago memories of distant years
And you ask me why I am doing this?
Well why not? What would I miss?
More betrayal, more lies, more birthdays?
It’s like when you ask, “how are you today?”
Would it really matter, would you really care?
What I said, or what I shared?
Cause it’s all pretend, under some past pretense
That we care who’s dying, who’s sick, who’s MIA
But it’s only about ourselves and maybe those in LA
Not about the soldiers, dying in a war
That we started, just because we wanted more
More control, more freedom, more power
So now here, in this moment, in this hour
Think of me as another life to expend
Standing with you, a stranger, not even a friend
I have known no love, no heart, no passion,
No wealth, no joy, no real satisfaction
In this life, so hard to be happy, so many bumps
So tell me why, why shouldn’t I jump?
