Twisting and turning is the road, too far iv gone. Too far I have come. Why must it be so simple, yet so difficult? Simple because its this or that, difficult because you have to live with the choice.
Fame is the road I seek. Yet love is what im stuck on. Iv been down love many times, I try to stay on and I fail. I try to find the road I seek, I fail. This time, this time I will over come, I know this lovely road all too well, been down this road before.
Somewhere down the road Must choose one more time, love or fame...?
You see for both CANNOT exist.
A fear I will weather away walking aimlessly in search for what I was destined not to have in the first place.
Twisting and turning is the road I know the best. For it is my mind replaying mistakes I will never learn from.