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Off the path

Under the wrath

In The darkness I take a bath

Off the path

I walk away but drawn in again

I can only hope to escape within my life span

Make the right choice and be the better man

I am sick of relying on other people and forced to accept a helping hand

I drown in fate like quicksand

I bend and break easy like a rubber band

But when I break my blood will cover the land

Off the path

Away from everything I have ever known

Feelings now that I had hoped to have thrown

Holding everything inside like a stone