Off The Beaten Path

Calling yourself a troubadour,
When all along your just another soul survivor of your own misery.
So tell me your story,
The lasting memory,
Creating a misfortune,
Another distortion.
Feable minded,
Translucent and misguided,
Your wicked ways will decide your...
Tell me it's over,
Laying here waiting,
Unwanted and broken,
Tell... me... its... over...
Now that its over,
Living a lie,
Only you can be the master of your own demise.
A disaster with no response system.
The catacombs of a unwanted failure you call a life.
Watch as we all stand tall,
While your brittle and frail,
We stand and salute,
Your future is all but absolute.