I've been told that I take all the routes That lead off the straight line Instead of going in the right direction I have a tendency to stray off Like I believe I'm on the right track Thinking I'm attempting to obtain Some form of short cut Where a short cut doesn't exist Well I can't follow that accurate path That you mapped out so well Cause I always have some obstacle That appears to stand in my way If MY way is so completely wrong Then how come when we go Our own separate ways Fate always brings us back Where we're suppose to be?Birth sign: Virgo
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