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I came to a cross road, The first one I think I had ever been to, There I straddled a thin line, Between my faith and fear, And I stood there just staring at my feet. My Grandmother always told me, Just let life unfold, But it's a terrible thing being taken from everything you know, And I had no control, That was the scariest thing. I heard faint voices down both paths, I heard their judgmental tones, But I couldn't make out what they were saying, Maybe if I did I could of made a choice, But sometimes I didn't even know if the choice was actually mine. I was always a victim of some terrible situation, One after another, after another, The same situations had made me cold and indecisive, After all, there's only so many times a kid can rebuild all those walls, I had my heart broken more times then I could count, I got to the point that most of the time I didn't even know if my heart was there, I had moments where I checked my pulse, because to be living I didn't feel very alive. So I was standing there, And all I wanted to do was turn around and run, And when I knew I should of made a choice between the two, I cut through the trees, And made a path of my own, I disappointed everyone I knew, But maybe they didn't know me very well at all, Cause I was self destructing and nobody knew.
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:32 AM UTC
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I came to a cross road, The first one I think I had ever been to, There I straddled a thin line, Between my faith and fear, And I stood there just staring at my feet. My Grandmother always told me, Just let life unfold, But it's a terrible thing being taken from everything you know, And I had no control, That was the scariest thing. I heard faint voices down both paths, I heard their judgmental tones, But I couldn't make out what they were saying, Maybe if I did I could of made a choice, But sometimes I didn't even know if the choice was actually mine. I was always a victim of some terrible situation, One after another, after another, The same situations had made me cold and indecisive, After all, there's only so many times a kid can rebuild all those walls, I had my heart broken more times then I could count, I got to the point that most of the time I didn't even know if my heart was there, I had moments where I checked my pulse, because to be living I didn't feel very alive. So I was standing there, And all I wanted to do was turn around and run, And when I knew I should of made a choice between the two, I cut through the trees, And made a path of my own, I disappointed everyone I knew, But maybe they didn't know me very well at all, Cause I was self destructing and nobody knew.
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:32 AM UTC
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