There's this path I'm supposed to follow
A planned-out map with nothing in-between
It's this path I don't choose that leaves me hollow
While the traces in this life makes me incomplete
Haven't I done enough to be who I'm made to be?
My love wasn't meant to be passed on
when there is so much more to see.
I don't know who I am and it's scaring me.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
There's this path I'm supposed to follow
A planned-out map with nothing in-between
It's this path I don't choose that leaves me hollow
While the traces in this life makes me incomplete
Haven't I done enough to be who I'm made to be?
My love wasn't meant to be passed on
when there is so much more to see.
I don't know who I am and it's scaring me.
