I need to travel 1000 miles,
Over cliffs, and through rivers
Problem is, Im all alone,
Alone to my death...
Im not used to being alone,
Not used to being unloved,
But I cant ever go back,
Cant ever say goodbye...
Traveling to my death,
With a pack on my back,
Through freezing cold to burning hot,
Or at least thats what im told.
Miss all my friends and family,
I am sorry that I killed him,
I do anything to take it back...
But now there is no second chances...
Theres no turning back,
I cant ever see them again,
As until they reach hell,
I am alone with my pack on my back...
Traveling all the way to my death... |
