We need to talk about
where this is leaded
because we’re moving in
opposite directions,
and I don’t want to feel
lost anymore.
I know where I’m going
whether you’ll follow me or not.
You won’t change my path;
that much is clear.
But your course is wrong,
and I can’t turn away
knowing you’ll continue
towards that dead end.
But I know that I’ve gone
about it the wrong way:
pointing out how
your shortcuts are ineffective
instead of showing you
where you should go.
So I’ll tell you now~
there is only one exit
for those who are wayward.
It is called death,
and it signifies that
the consequences
for your actions in this life
are inescapable.
I don’t want to lose track
of you on this road of life,
letting you get lost in the shuffle
of intersecting needs.
I’ll keep driving next to you
until you tell me to pull over
and leave you in the dust.
The street here never ends
unless you create a blockade
between the two of us.
I will save you from crashing
if you just let me.