August 31st, 2004
I've come to a Y
And I have to choose a path or sit and cry
Which path do I take
Which life do I make
You're wonderful, that you are
But not the brightest star
It's just taken you a long time
For you to say that you want to be mine
He's so good
Almost better then you could
He treats me so right
His smile is even a delight
So what do I do?
Which path do I take an end to?
Which is the brighter path?
Which will make me cry and not laugh?