Two Roads Split Off From Here And My Life Goes Running In Opposite Directions Exaggerating The Barrier About Who I Am And WHo I WAnt TO Be I Wanted TO be The breathe of fresh Air When Everything Spells so Insincere but this taste that lingers in my mouth deciet has ways of sticking around And Im Wanting TO disappear vacation seems far from here.... NOTE TO SELF I MISS YOU TERRIBLY THIS IS WHAT WE CALL A TRAGEDY COME BACK TO ME BACK TO ME TO ME I can feel my mind wandering a again into where i dont know and will i ever get home Time starts moving faster than i can and im sick of this scene i need to break the routine two roads split off from here and my life goes running in opposite directions exaggerating the barrier between who i am and who i want to be,,, which part of me is lost i feel so close and yet i am so far,,,