Should I stay?
Should I go?
Which is the correct way?
I can no longer tell night from day.
And I don't want to be stuck with Sorrow
Life shouldn't be so hard
Not for one this young
But I played my card
And inside me is the blood of a Bard
Lice sounds like that poetic hum
It's kind of scary
Not being sure
Sometimes its like a monster that's hairy
Other times its like the tale of a faerie
And I know my soul is pure
Will I stay?
Will I go?
How will I find the correct way?
Everything's the same, night melts into day
I'm done being stuck with Sorrow
People tell me
To do what makes me happy
So I guess I have to learn to see
Learn to swim like a big-eyed fish in the sea
A fish longing to feel it's wings flapping
No matter what choice I make
I'll never know what the other path
Would hold. So I'll just rake
My concerns together, that's what life takes
And cleanse my mind in an artistic bath
I won't stay.
I will go.
It doesn't matter which is correct, its my way!
Again I can define night and day
I'm no longer stuck being immature, stuck with Sorrow
