Some songs remind you of real terrible, terrible times in your life, which you might still be in. “In The End,” from Hybird Theory, is one that does it for me by Linkin Park. Here’s what this song reminds me about.
One time, I was so blind, trusting, misled, brainwashed, and so unquestioning, in a bad relationship. And here’s the scary, crazy,
insane part: I never knew it till years later.
Here’s the thing: I would of never believed my relationship could go bad or was so evil from the beginning, never in a million billion years. You could never of convinced me in a million years, ever. I would of died first before believing such a thing. That old bible verse really is true: Satan sometimes turns himself into an angel of light to mislead people.
After looking back, on how I was so brainwashed, I slowly but surely began to wonder: “What else am I brain washed about?” I slowly started
to question everything, God, religion, man, law, my education, my existence, my family. I started to dig.
“If love could be a lie, what else could be a lie?”
But strangely, after brutally suffering so much, I learned it really was true what Linkin Park said, “In the end, it doesn’t even matter.”
How can I make you understand? What kind of an example could I give you to make you understand how I felt. Perhaps, maybe, if your parents died like mine or you lost everything, you might understand. But first, you would have lose all that to understand that in the end, it really doesn’t matter. Probably you would not understand, still.
These song lyrics are true:
Things aren’t the way they were before. You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore. Not that you knew me back then. But it all comes back to me in the end. You kept everything inside. And even though I tried, it all fell apart. What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard.
Looking back, if I just knew the smallest bit of the terrible secrets happening behind closed doors, maybe I could of possibly avoided some of it. But it was so hidden. So carefully hidden, for if any of it ever got out, it would destroy everything, everything, and these evil people knew that. Maybe, that was my saving grace, by not knowing those truly evil hidden truths at that time. Terrible evil truths, now, which could only cause scandal throughout this country at the highest levels.
All I know now is there could be a nuclear war, whales flying around in the sky, the world ending, or me dying, but in the end it doesn’t even matter. That’s what I learned confided to this tower.
As the grass starts to grow and begins to cover the barren landscape of this world I am in, “In The End” is me.