I didn't tell you so...

If I care about you, should I tell you that you're making the biggest mistake of your life? That you're hurting someone without any right or reason, that you're going back to misery and loneliness? 

Should I just smile and follow you blindly, sticking to the job description of "always by your side"? Do you really want to know the truth or are you happy the way you are, blindfolded but smiling, unaware of the path you're taking or the bodies that lay at your feet?

Should I have gotten involved in the first place? Did I do it because I cared for you or simply to ensure the result was the one I wanted? Does my heart speak louder than your own? Does it speak for myself or for you?

What about those you brought into our life? What once was good is suddenly something never to be spoken of, forgotten, banished? Can you live with those memories locked away and trust they'll never break loose?

It will pass, everything does, even though it hasn't even started, and us bystanders will only say 'welcome back' and swallow hard, regretting having to choose friendship over justice...or will we? When you've seen the way it goes down, "good guys finish last" is not a happy sight. 

No apologies, no regrets

Roll the dice and flip the card

Go all in and pull the trigger

Cross your fingers, kiss your luck

Chips are falling, click or bang

Though luck may take the wheel

And bullets have your name

Tonight is not your turn 

No blood in your champagne

Who knows how many bullets

That lie awaiting life

Are simply duds that whisper

The tale of your success

The barrel's never empty

The chance is always there

You're bet is all or nothing

No second place is fair

But as you squeeze that trigger

And put the piece back down

Walk with your head up high

To laugh in failure's face

You must look it in the eye