It seems I've come across two paths
But which one do I take?
The one with many questions
Or the one with a winding road that aches
The one with questions seems okay
But I can't answer them all
The confusion and the thought
Not enough effort to bother at all
But, there is the winding road
Filled with my hurt and pain
The one that got me in this mess
In the very first place
Time to make my mind up
Which one do I take?
Another question to add
To road one
Road two has a lost meaning.
Those winding roads
All from my past
Which, I do not like at all
The fact that all your images
Come up in every one
Like the time that we went swimming
Then you kissed me on the cheek
It wasn't too much to ask for
But, I still gave you sympathy
The fact that you played me though
Another un-answered question
Without any warning at all
I simply chose road one
Without thinking properly
I think I chose the wrong path
But, that's just me
In my opinion
And looking back on everything
Road two would have made a better choice
Just because I'd do anything
To see your smiling face
