I think I like to make myself miserable. Like I purposely do things to make myself miserable. Maybe, I kind of like it. I don't know.
I don't know what I want anymore.
The spark is dying out. Please, don't.
Stay.
If this happens, then I really will be left in the dark.
I'm in a constant nervous wreck, I'm selfish.
Two is asking for too much. Still.
One is enough, I'm greedy.
Can you see me begging?
I've got nothing but my pride, I've lost it. You don't see?
I'm put in front of two paths, in a controversy once again.
Yet this seems, a billion times more important, impossible, and stupid.
So badly, I want them to emerge to one.
How, when,
Both roads right in front of me, a wall,
Blocks me from entering.
Not one, both.
To break down those walls, a miracle.
Please, don't go.
I don't know what I want anymore.
The spark is dying out. Please, don't.
Stay.
If this happens, then I really will be left in the dark.
I'm in a constant nervous wreck, I'm selfish.
Two is asking for too much. Still.
One is enough, I'm greedy.
Can you see me begging?
I've got nothing but my pride, I've lost it. You don't see?
I'm put in front of two paths, in a controversy once again.
Yet this seems, a billion times more important, impossible, and stupid.
So badly, I want them to emerge to one.
How, when,
Both roads right in front of me, a wall,
Blocks me from entering.
Not one, both.
To break down those walls, a miracle.
Please, don't go.
I'm sorry, but I don't know what to say.
Robert Frost has taken just one road, he did not ask for both.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.
and that has made all the difference.
