This Way

I didn’t wanna see you cry.
I didn’t wanna hear you lie.
But it’s okay—It turns out this way.
I didn’t wanna lose my mind.
I didn’t wanna break inside.
But it’s okay—It turns out this way.
Walkin’ on tower stairs, leaves blowing through your hairs.
Oh yeah, I see—natural beauty.
But I didn’t wanna feel this way.
No, I didn’t wanna have to say—I’m not okay.
But it’s okay.
Long hours lost in bed,
those thoughts we tossed instead of losin’ time—tryin’ to climb.
Walkin’ on younger feet, talkin’ about deceit.
Oh yes, I said, all in my head.
Did you wanna live too free?
     Did you wanna make me see—all things your way—what can I say?
Heavy lifting, loss and pain, blood soaked the dyin’ brain.
But it’s okay—it turns out this way.
Wood worker watches wind, arrows flew—glories pretend.
      So, what can I say?
      No, I’m not okay.
Mind dizzy, tired, and drawn.
      Learnin’ pupal how to spawn—with perfect view—something anew.
      No more—still, I could say—as life moves on another day.
But it’s okay—it turns out this way.