Paths
Are taken with trust
But are always taken in a hurry.
You can get on the bus
But you'll have to scurry.
Is it right?
To catch the flight
Can I hold on,
another night.
It's hasn't been long
Since I've done wrong
But they don't know
Cuz I  wont show.
My mind is my enemy
The future my weakness
The eyes in secrecy
And the hearts needed seamstress