Going left, or going right? Going North, or going South?
Northwest? Southeast? Back? Straight forward? Left path? Right path?
I don’t know, I don’t know.
Making decisions – sometimes impossible.
Singing things will be okay, things will be okay,
But the feelings of decay are irreversible
Can’t save the troubled soul
Fading away into the world of forgotten
I still care
But care doesn’t win this fight
But any form of love can hurt badly
It’s not always what it seems
the slow serial killer – destroys slowly and invisible
And attacks deep.
Which way to go? Which path to take?