Walking in a dream of missery,
the path of a winding road.
a side of me is coming out,
a side i never showed.
the path is building itself,
to put me in a trap.
i feel scared and lonley here,
and dont want to take this crap.
bumpy and dusty, i still walk on.
for miles until i stop,
my legs are shaking everywhere,
my heart has finally dropped.
ill never find out whats there.
i screem with all my wrath,
for it keeps going on.
the never ending path.
