CROSSROADS

choices I make are meant to be chosen
the same bones I break are meant to be broken
don`t believe a word I say lies not meant to be spoken

all for respect what did you expect
going to hell is easy step by step
without regrets & not afraid of death
I must confess lately I haven`t been myself

pick a path pass the point of no turning back
leave what you have at the heart of the crossroads
sky turns from grey to black future becomes the past
look back & laugh at the heart of the crossroads

everything`s cheap & nothing comes for free
best things in life are just too much for me
going nowhere is easy down on your knees
sweet self-pity starting to sound like me

slipping through my fingers
everything is drifting away
slipping through my fingers
I got only myself to blame