Fork in the road, which way do I go?
My feet are tired and my mouth is dry
My minds been plagues this whole time.
Not living depressed but I'm asking a question.
What would life be like now if you never met him,
No time left to bleed and no more space left to heed.
I'm going on without the disease
Of wondering how and asking why
I guess I just have a bad sense of time.