as i walk down the path

- the one i had paved for myself

with all of the sleepless nights spent working on math.

i am almost to the end, to reach my success

and as i turn to look back at all of the things i've left behind.

my eyes become a waterfall, but i think im happy nonetheless

a familiar touch brushes my hand, and i find myself in a bind

is this all really worth it, to leave you behind?

i want to go back to us spending an indefinite amount of time

while i admire you in my words of rhyme

i'm not ready to let you go, no not for this

because if i became successful, for the price of losing you

i would throw it all away, and chase after you, trying to undo

all the damage i've done, blinded by ambition

to posses your love has become my only mission

the path i had once walked down religiously

it seems i no longer want to write that symphony

so i start towards you

almost like i have nothing to lose

but when i weigh the pros and cons

success only stands in bronze.

and there is something i want more, darling that is you

so let me atone for my sin

because now i know you are worth more than any cheap "win"