I Don't Know if I Can Go
Yesterday it hit me.
It was a normal rehearsal with music I'd heard a million times.
But it hit me.
Looking out at the rows and rows of empty seats during rehearsal, I realized that this is what I am meant to do.
I realized that this is where I belong.
The pounding of the drums, the guitar riffs that seem to float right through and around you, even my own voice in the microphone
seemed to be proof that I couldn't survive anywhere else.
The music that I'd taken for granted, that I'd never paid much attention to was more real than anything else I knew.
The past year has shown me more songs, more notes, more harmonies than I can even begin to take in...
and it's almost over.
I'll be leaving soon.
The empty seats I saw in front of me won't be anything more than a memory.
I don't know if I can go. I can't seem to let go of the rythmns that make this place so special.
But what if I stay?
What if I give up everything to stay and be here for this,
The music that's made me who I am?
I don't know if I can go.