Two roads split off from here and my life goes running in opposite directions exaggerating the barrier between who i am & who i want to be I wanted to be the breath of fresh air when everything tasted so insincere that taste still lingers in my mouth deceit has ways of sticking around and I'm ready to disappear but vacation seems far from here note to self (I miss you terribly) this is what (we call a tragedy) come back to me (back to me) I can feel my mind wandering again into where I dont know will I ever get home time starts moving faster than I can I'm sick of this scene I need to break the routine Two roads split off from here and my life goes running in opposite directions exaggerating the barrier between who i am & who i want to be which part of me is lost I feel so close and yet I am so far