You're too important for anyone You play the role of all you long to be But I, I know who you really are You're the one who cries when you’re alone
But where will you go With no one left to save you from yourself You can't escape You can't escape
You think that I can’t see right through your eyes Scared to death to face reality No one seems to hear your hidden cries You’re left to face yourself alone
But where will you go With no one left to save you from yourself You can't escape You can't escape
I realize you're afraid But you can't abandon everyone You can't escape You don't want to escape I’m so sick of speaking words that no one understands Is it clear enough that you can’t live your whole life all alone I can hear you in a whisper But you can’t even hear me screaming
But where will you go With no one left to save you from yourself You can't escape You can't escape
I realize you're afraid But you can't reject the whole world You can't escape You won't escape You can't escape You don't want to escape
is this what's happening to me right now? Am I running away from something I'm afraid to face? Is this my way of virtual suicide- slowly cutting myself away from the real world? This song seems to fit quite aptly. Almost too aptly. It's scary, really. 'Specially the bit about 'you play the role of all you want to be'. That's exactly what a lot of RPers do. All of us are imperfect, and so our characters are a reflection of who we are inside...who we want to be. And since we can't be that perfect person in real life, we live out our dreams in fantasy. This is not meant to be a depressive post. I'm just...thinking, about me and my life in general. Things have been happening so fast, and so much in me has changed, so much so that sometimes I can't even recognise myself. I like fantasy because in fantasy, I have control of what happens to me. A Prince Charming? I can get one, no problem. [*grins* In fact, I think he's already come. ] A palace? No sweat. Just role-play and you have it. Magic powers? Too easy. All the beauty and glory ever?! Hey. It's no biggie. See? In fantasy, you can have everything. Even your own happy ending. And although real life is good [or so I'm told], sometimes we just can't get that happy ending we've always wanted, since we were children. And in real life, we have to accept that our Prince Charming will never ride up on his white horse, decked in shining armour, and come and save us from the fire-breathing dragon. See, it just doesn't happen that way. Do you want a more likely scenario that would happen in real life? Well. You find the man whom you think is the perfect guy. You marry, and have kids. Then it starts falling apart. You have to see a doctor. You start self-mutilating, and taking anti-depressants to sedate yourself. And eventually, in the worst case, you would have to file for a divorce. Now. Compare the two scenarios. Which one would you rather have?
You vs. the world Dreams vs. the facts Happy endings vs. unknown endings Swords vs. nuclear bombs Fantasy vs. Reality.
this is for the mothers who lost a child
this is for the gypsies who lost a home
this is for the lovers who lost each other
this is for everyone who has lost anything before.
