And the chorus wails.
Dedicated to only you. But who is that you? Not even I know.
I just know that dedication is so strong, so powerful, that it guides me from left to right, front to back, in to out. It's that small voice that keeps me from getting into those horrible situation, and that guides me to the right places at the right times. It's that small hint of talent at making good friends, because they subconsciously share your dedication, in some fashion. It's that laying under the blanket, in the dim light, with the beautiful music playing, knowing that you'd rather spend this moment nowhere else, with no one else, in the entire world. It's that coming home to your family, when you should be doing a million other things, knowing that they gave you the dedication you have, and you enjoy celebrating the fact that that dedication is there, because you gave it to me, in your blood. It's the reason you get up early in the morning, and don't yell at every fucking moron which makes your life more difficult. It's the realizing the tense switched from first to third in the middle of writing this, because for some reason it sounds better, or maybe because you just don't like typing the word "me" too many times for fear of sounding self-absorbed to just yourself. It's that reason you don't skip class, don't ask your parents for money, that you hurt yourself to be stronger, that you destroy time to be able to gain more.
A means to an end. But a beautiful worthy means because you know where it's guaranteed to end. It's every step, because none of them ever had to be taken. It's choice.
It could be to a person. But I have no one. Don't know if I ever will. Because my love belongs to the stage. I suppose, maybe, if someone could share it with me, show me things about it I never knew, now that, would constitute some lovin'.
I just know that dedication is so strong, so powerful, that it guides me from left to right, front to back, in to out. It's that small voice that keeps me from getting into those horrible situation, and that guides me to the right places at the right times. It's that small hint of talent at making good friends, because they subconsciously share your dedication, in some fashion. It's that laying under the blanket, in the dim light, with the beautiful music playing, knowing that you'd rather spend this moment nowhere else, with no one else, in the entire world. It's that coming home to your family, when you should be doing a million other things, knowing that they gave you the dedication you have, and you enjoy celebrating the fact that that dedication is there, because you gave it to me, in your blood. It's the reason you get up early in the morning, and don't yell at every fucking moron which makes your life more difficult. It's the realizing the tense switched from first to third in the middle of writing this, because for some reason it sounds better, or maybe because you just don't like typing the word "me" too many times for fear of sounding self-absorbed to just yourself. It's that reason you don't skip class, don't ask your parents for money, that you hurt yourself to be stronger, that you destroy time to be able to gain more.
A means to an end. But a beautiful worthy means because you know where it's guaranteed to end. It's every step, because none of them ever had to be taken. It's choice.
It could be to a person. But I have no one. Don't know if I ever will. Because my love belongs to the stage. I suppose, maybe, if someone could share it with me, show me things about it I never knew, now that, would constitute some lovin'.