I go back and forth.
My world's always turning, tilting. Its poles constantly changing positions South becomes North.
I never honestly know.
What to look for or where to go.
I wish for a sign to show.
They've said: "Find your path."
Well, I'm trying to but I'm sure that whichever one I choose to follow, I will encounter someones' wrath.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
I go back and forth.
My world's always turning, tilting. Its poles constantly changing positions South becomes North.
I never honestly know.
What to look for or where to go.
I wish for a sign to show.
They've said: "Find your path."
Well, I'm trying to but I'm sure that whichever one I choose to follow, I will encounter someones' wrath.
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