Led to Your Death
I'm sick of following all of them.
They go right.
I go left.
I'm not about to jump off another cliff...
Be a leader,
Of your own life.
You don't hold, but control your own breath.
Hurry! Cause soon they'll lead you to your death.
It's beem months.
It's been years.
But they still moarn for her,
With their tears.
Why she never listened, only hell knows.
Because that's where all the followers go...