Lyrics

As I play with my new toy (the blog), my iPod is playing songs. Really it's more like shoving the songs into my ears. Ramming the songs down my aural gullet like I'm going to be some sort of musical foie gras. And, as these sound waves enter my brain, they drag emotions across my raw nerves. For me, the pain the music evokes is like Fight Club is for the narrator from whose psyche Tyler Durden springs.

What brings this up is the lyrics that just forced their way into my cranium, scraping my raw nerves on the way by. It's not like I'm actually listening to the songs, they're just background noise until one of them hits me. The lines that just hit me are:
If you can't save yourself
you save somebody else
maybe that's how you survive
this, I know as soon as I hear it, will soon be followed by:
I ain't no hero, but the truth is I know
it's the bravest thing I've ever done
and I identify, I know what this guy is talking about, I've been there. And I did it to myself.