The "what ifs" creep in... like static on the line. The "what thens" follow... keeping perfect time. My mind races on a track—I’m getting dizzy— I feel like I’m gonna crack (gonna crack—) Does it matter? When will it matter? They say "remember your training"... ha! Not that I had any... remembering is all I do. Round and round... mind’s merry-go-round... I don’t know how to sit in this... I’m a man of action, yet— The best course of action... is none. Disconnection comes at a cost! Yet a reward is 'round the bend... I’m on the mend... I’ve been in worse spots—fighting for my life! FIGHTING! The world should give out medals— Instead they shout condemnations! I said I’d be a beacon to myself... But everything is scripted... (Everything is scripted!) I put on a happy face to bear the day— But honesty is my marrow! My Achilles heel! Conditioned to tell the truth... yet told I’m lying. So I keep bearing my teeth... nashing them... Time and again... made a liar... (Made a liar...) So here my mind goes! Round and round the merry-go-round! Uh-oh... there goes my— Ahh-oh... pocket full of posies! HONESTY IS MY MARROW! I put on a happy face to bear the day! (Bearing my teeth!) Bitterly honest... I’d rather keep my dignity! (Keep my dignity!) Round and round... The merry-go-round... Just a beacon... in the dark...
