Vanished ages ago, surviving off pure will. Do I want to stand up and walk that lonely road again? "Two roads diverge in a yellow wood"
And that will make all the difference.

Will I stand, or will I collapse?
Will I fly, or will I fall?
Will I laugh, or will I cry?
Will I mend, or will I crack?

But one thing's for sure
Nothing will ever be the same
Again