There's a turn in the road,
a fork in the straight.
My life's decisions,
lie in its wake.

A life unsure,
a life unplanned.
Could be remade,
or destroyed by some man.

The fork in this road,
decides my life.
The future ahead,
either love or strife.

One path or another,
a decision so tough.
Want to scream so loud,
I have had enough.

Why must I chose?
why is it hard?
When I tell you the words,
you only disregard.

What I say doesn't matter,
the decision is mine.
You don't seem to care,
you tell me you're fine.

A split in my path,
a fork in my road.
Should I follow my heart?
or stay with who I know?

I stand here silent,
as the rain begins to fall.
It hits hard in the concrete,
as I slowly lose it all.

I fall to the ground,
as the rain falls  down.
I bow my head feeling the fall,
of my birthday crown.

It all fell apart,
right at the seams.
Why can't you do it?
Just for me?

Why can't this life,
work like it should?
Why all the pain?
why am I lost in the woods?

As I turn 16,
and I look back.
I see the life,
I have sorely lacked.

This life and curse,
what is it worth?
I can't stand much longer,
all of this hurt.

So I look up ahead,
at this fork in my road.
Should I leave this place?
Or keep to who I know?