• I've followed in your shadow most of my life,
    Always enjoying your company on our path,
    But there is a fork in the road, as if cut by a knife,
    You pick one path, and I try to follow,
    But down that road is grief in which you wallow.
    I freeze in my tracks, my heart is sore.
    I realize, I can't follow your path anymore.
    I take a few steps back and wave goodbye.
    I'm not imagining it when we both cry.
    So without looking back, I decide to make my destiny my own,
    So I take the new path alone.