now i 'll let the cart take you out , but as you go out , i want you to see one last part of me , the part that corroborates with my mind , my heart , and in case you ask , it 's this way , because i 'm broken , beaten and scared , it 's not something i 'm proud of , but it 's something i live with , i thank you to everyone whose still on board , and has lived through this past decade of demons , and ill promise you , there 's more to come , and now for the last part of my tour , i hope you have your flashlight ... bye bye now ... learning curve i slid the second story window open , and walked out onto the roof , the tin creaked under my feet , my jeans gently blowing in the cool wind , i feel the air touch the skin on my chest , i walk toward the edge , and sat down , i stared into sky , at the stars , i lay there , for hours , thinking over everything that had happened in the last month , i pulled a cigarette from my pocket , and lit it up , i felt the air pull into my lungs , a forbidden taste , only used in times of deep thought , and that 's what this was , it seemed like the entire game had changed , with two simple things , a touch , and a tug , and suddenly everything was open , i took another drag , and the images file back into my head , of you leaving , of you waving , and in my head , i knew that soon enough , i 'd be digging into your head , earlier tonight , that 's exactly what i did , but the place i purged into , is n't one i go to often , and never wan na go again , i let the blood out of my veins , and began asking questions about your past , hoping for your honesty , but at the same time , hoping that i would n't learn anything , i saw the look on your face , as the questions grew tougher , and i knew , as things went on , i did n't want the answers , i was seeking , but before i finally told you good night , i saw the look on your face , one that told me everything i 'd learned tonight , were things that you did n't want to tell me , so i kissed you goodnight , and now i 'm here , on my roof , running details over in my head , in the morning , i feel that a phone calls needs to be placed , and maybe i 'll tell you goodbye , and i 'm not what you wanted , what you needed , what you expected , in the morning , i will tell you goodbye , for one final time , the doubt laid to rest , as the puff of the cancer stick , disappears into the air , as i step back through the window , letting the doubt and feelings , lay on the tin roof , behind me bombshell the concrete playground was deserted and the shot in his stomach left him hurting , he knew what must be done , coming this far left a hole , that made him feel so old , would the coming pain linger , like a high note from a singer , where had his life gone , unsure of where to go next , he had the gun in his hand as he looked up at the duplex , did they care where he 'd been , he thought not , it was then he forgot , that he was alone , and screamed into the darkness , he knew what he had done , the man did n't ask for it , had n't been the target , it was all a set-up , left to make him wish , that the ditch , was the place that he called home , he had n't signed up for this , but in the end , was n't this his wish , to end the suffering of a country , but not with a shot , the events played , like a bad home movie on a cheap screen ******** he was in the crowd , his ear bud popped , that was his sign , that the coast was clear and it was time , he focused , took a deep breath and walked forward , for years he wondered what this meeting would be like , ever since he was that little tike , when he 'd been forgotten , and left alone by the father who never wanted him , he walked on through the crowd , scanning for problems , finding only people with faces , that screamed with joy , was n't that this man 's real gift , to make people feel good , what about your son daddy , what about the boy from the hood , the one you left behind , to chase a dream , he walked faster , not wanting to cause a scene , and before he knew it he was face to face , with his father , that left him behind all those years ago , he reached up , put one in either guard , then one in the man in the middle , such shitty security detail , for a such a powerful man , he took off running , through the downed crowd , stepping over people and taking care , he took off running , that 's when he felt the pain , the bullet pierced his stomach and he almost went down , but he was determined , to not let himself fall , he got out of the park by the skin of his teeth , that 's where he laid low , they hunted and hunted , and found nothing but empty ground , they had n't given up , hell no , who would give up the hunt , for the man who had just killed the president , or dictator , guess it depended on how you looked at it , they had expanded the search , began looking at hospitals , he was sure of that , being in the barracks for the years he had , taught him how they would look , as soon as the coast was clear he set off for the boss woman 's house , when he arrived they patched him up , and when he came to it was dark out , he looked around and she was sitting , in the corner of the room looking over him adoringly , hello sweetheart , he waited before talking , raising himself up on one elbow , hello mom .