Two roads, diverged in a yellow wood;
so sweet the pain we taste from love...
It lingers and still, we must decide.
Two fates presented in a book of life.
Two opposites, with no escape that hides the torture.
Now my grave calls to me.
My own sanctuary be mine own last breathe.
Leave the road, and die in the pain we love.
So sweet how it lingers in your heart.
As the bullet from the gun takes leave.
Take my memories, so dark, and lock them away,
never to depart.