But the paths that I've crossed
show my struggles are pointless
Whether or not it's the choices that mould us
A heart with all the ambition
knows nothing of premonition
My ship stays clear of the coast
a year has past for those who hate the most
The forks in this river
unforeseen but as daunting as it
seems my words will turn to dust
Where's the joy if it's laid out infront of us
The sea runs red with the blood of nostalgia
It makes me sick but we're no better
But the paths that I've crossed
show my struggles are pointless
Whether or not
it's the choices that mould us