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THE PATH IN WHICH TO FOLLOW
THE PATH IN WHICH TO FOLLOW
(T. Beechey)
This journey that I'm on is not my choosing
But the dues that I pay are all my own
Had I have known of all the sacrifices made
I would have gladly traded all I'd known
But here I am, but where I'm at's uncertain
The curtain overhead is poised to fall
And all I have to show for everything I've done
Is running down my cheeks against the wall
Will someone point me in a new direction?
Somehow I suspect there is another way
But it's for not for me to say, I'm just traveling
Between the avalanche and the brighter day
Admit it, don't you grow a little weary
Of always hearing all my tales of woe?
If I could know the path in which to follow
Nevermore would you wallow as I go
Haunted by the memories of another
I'm smothered by the loss and by the gain
I'm feigning happiness with a phony smile
All the while I live within the pain
There's never any closure, no seceding
And the path is leading further from my home
In between the moments of seclusion
And confusion through the billowed clouds of foam
Will someone point me in a new direction?
My connection to the dream is growing lax
All the facts are turning into fiction
I've become a victim of my own attacks
Admit it, don't you grow a little weary
Of always hearing all my tales of woe?
If I could know the path in which to follow
Nevermore would you wallow as I go
Searching in a maze for solutions
Deluded by the echoes of the past
Always casting shadows where no light exists
And dismissed as a loner and outcast
Rummaging through the ruins for some answers
Dancing through the rainfall of my tears
If anybody hears me, won't they listen?
The distance from my Armageddon nears
Will someone point me in a new direction?
The reflection from this way makes me blind
I can't find the path that I was taking
And you always end up making up my mind
Admit it, don't you grow a little weary
Of always hearing all my tales of woe?
If I could know the path in which to follow
Nevermore would you wallow as I go
