We all follow a path, a different path for all
i don't know witch path I'm on
but i know i want to get off
i hate where I'm going i can see it ahead
but for some reason i cant slow down i can stop an turn around
and now I'm in a ditch and i cant get out
i cant pull my self out
but I'm trying so hard
i want to get out,its hurting me so badly, its killing me inside
i hate this path that i am on
