Travelling this crossroads makes me weak
Weak to choose which path
Weak to choose what’s right
Should I stay here with this pain?
Or should I let go and be free?
Travelling these crossroads make me sick
Sick to think what the future holds
Sick to watch the emptiness unfold
I've been alone in this spree
With no one here but me
Travelling these crossroads made me realize
Facing the problems and dealing with lies
Going against the habit and breaking the ties
People go with the crossroads or go against it
What will I choose for me to win this feat?
Travelling these crossroads makes me small
I'm waiting here, waiting in vain
I think I'm lunatic, I think it's surreal
This is torture, this is pain
I think I'm gonna go insane
Yes I’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And I’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go
And on that path, and on that flow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The tears that was shed, the tints that glow
Don’t know how to find the strength I thought I had.
If only I could play tough it wouldn't be so bad.
The judge and jury awaits me, everyone has a say.
Now I walk alone in this dark crossroads
With no light to guide my way
In a life that hangs suspended for yet another day
