I’m walking on a path,
but my road isn’t straight.
It’s dark, and it curves,
and I cannot see the way.
Yet still, you follow me,
you shadow my every step;
I tell you to find your own road,
but still, you haven’t left.
Don’t you know where I’m going?
There are no endings there;
No “Happily Ever Afters”,
No dreams come true or answered prayers.
There’s only the never-ending sound
of footsteps falling
Along a barren road:
Dust clouds fill the air you breathe,
and you can’t put down your load.
No matter how heavy your eyes grow,
you can never rest:
Sleep is a dream of the past,
found when you lose your final breath.
So leave me, now, and run away,
I’m on a path to Hell.
You’ll forget me, once you’ve gone,
and never dream of me again.