I live at a constant crossroads,
two, three, four or more ways.
How hard it is to feel this way,
not knowing which path to choose or follow.
The heart leads us which way to go,
but sometimes the heart can be wrong,
that we're back at the crossroads.
I live at a crossroads every day,
that depresses me, torments me,
that makes me cry in silence,
drowning in my tears.
Not knowing what to give when you don't have
and when you have to you don't know what to give,
my crossroads is more for them,
than by myself,
since I'm just for them,
because they only have me.
Going to bed at night and not being able to sleep,
thinking about which way you'll go in the morning,
at the crossroads of life.
