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Saving you, saving me.
Against my better judgement, these tables I do turn
looking in from behind the glass, with still so much to learn
to break through and be wounded, or to watch from beyond in pain
to witness things fall against others, and to watch them fight in vain
I grasp, both hands grip tightly to this wooden merry-go-round
and I spin the wheel effortlessly, and fall limply to the ground
out of power and of common sense, within shattered glass I lay
and watch the dance before me like it were some puppet play
I've made my move, I'll stick with it, although it causes me doubt
because no matter what, I've chosen, and in my mind, figured out
that no matter the pain caused toward me, I'd rather spin that wheel
than to let the fates cast shadows over them, and force them all to kneel
So no longer bend, my friends, this ride is yours alone
and perhaps you will not worry now I've topped from my throne
for I am lowly without you, nothing more than a doll behind glass
I pushed through so that I could save you, and now I've saved us all at last.
