Excuse the mess
I didn't see you from behind
I caught a glimpse, but the reflection's only mine,
It's almost like, I'm paralyzed,
and locked outside myself
What I don't need, is to concede,
because I won't be someone else
I am not perfect, I don't claim to be
And if that's what you wanted
Well then I'm so sorry
How about a better version,
Of the way that I am
How about a better version
That makes me understand
How about a better version of the way I am,
The way I look, the way I speak
How about a better version of me
Excuse the wall, I put it up from time to time
A silver shade, and the design is all mine
It's just a maze that everyday, I seem to be stuck in
It never seems to fade away but I pray for the day it ends
I am not perfect, I don't claim to be
If that's what you wanted, well then I'm so sorry
How about a better version of the way I am
How about a better version of the way
That makes me understand
How about a better version of the way that I am,
The way I look, the way I speak
How a bout a better version of me
Show me my vital signs until I'm realigned
Show me my vital signs until I'm realigned
Show me my vital signs until I'm realigned
Show me my vital signs until I'm realigned
How about a better version of me
How about a better version of me
How about a better version of me
How about a better version of me….
Punch, punch, kick.
Punch, punch, kick.
The radio blared the music, making the floor vibrate slightly. The smell of sweat was heavy in the workout room. The floor was littered with random weights, and dumbbells. The punching bags were left out, knowing they would be used again soon. This room was used constantly, and he'd be angry if it wasn't. They all had to train, train to be better, stronger.
The others said that the lyrics from this song described him perfectly. Always striving to better himself. Determined to become stronger, but putting up walls, pushing everyone away at the same time.
Punch, punch, kick.
Punch, punch, kick.
They just don't understand. They really don't. He does this for them. To save them all. A leader can't be weak, he cannot break. The battle against Trigon made it all too clear. He shivers every time he thinks about what would have happened had he not been able to find Raven.
Punch, punch, kick.
Punch, punch, kick.
He circled the punching bag, hitting with all his anguish, putting all of his strife, frustration, anxiety, and fear into his throws. He didn't know where he got the strength sometimes. One moment he would be beyond exhaustion, the next being able to kick faster, and faster.
Punching for this long left him pulling in raspy breaths, straining his muscles, making them ache, it didn't matter how strong he was. He pushed the pain down, he had to keep on going. He could not let his team down. Not now, not when they may need him most.
Punch, punch, kick.
Punch, punch, kick
He perked his ears to the music as it faded away. "That's right," he thought. "how about a better version of me. A better version…for her. Above all I can't let her down."
Punch, punch, kick.
Punch, punch, kick.
"Better Version" from Shinedown.