Where the Road Parts

Its ironic how I fall just to get back up again
A fix to cure this ailing bitter agony
Maybe where the road parts you remember where we first met
So tongue and cheek with stale irony, if it pleases you it pleases me
Just an innocent call a telephone call
Just an innocent call

Now if you were in bloom
I’d pluck your petals clean
Although it won't seem so I can promise you my egos running me
Then I'd be called
You were the only one that didn’t fold
But I just broke right down for you in an attempt to gain control

Maybe I'm a waste of time...
Sacrifice another life...

You were the only one that didn’t fold