Pivitol Point in the Path

There are millions of stones,
That lay upon the two roads,
Covered with your painful moans,
On either path you go,

The choice you make is hard,
And no one is there to help,
You're walking on a million glass shards,
And you feel like a useless whelp,

Will you choose to leave,
Or work it out, suffer despair,
Which one will make you seethe,
Which one will treat you fair,

You know he loves you,
But when he is gone,
Nothing seems true,
You still are a fawn,

What happens makes you feel slutty,
But when he is there,
The feeling isn't clear, but muddy,
Like there are stars everywhere,

You want him to stop,
You ask him for more,
You need him to not,
You feel like a whore,

So back to your choice,
Do you deal with the pain,
For the sound of his voice,
Though that seems vain,

Or will you go,
Never look back,
At the time you were a hoe,
Doing anything for a mac,

Questions Questions,
No answers you see,
Every one now mentions,
How much of a slut you can be,

But you love him so,
And he cares for you,
How could you go,
You are one he is two,

You love his smile,
And you'd never hurt him,
I am the judge for this trial,
And you have no chance to win,

The door of opportunity stands,
It will close soon, my dear,
Wipe those tears with your hands,
Make the choice here,

One step to the door,
You are almost there,
But then you walk no more,
The opportunity is not fair,

Not fair to the boy you loved,
Not fair to yourself,
You will not be shoved,
Or taken off the shelf,

No you will stay with him,
No one can change that,
You are going out on a limb,
At your head is the gat,

But he makes you smile,
He makes you laugh,
You want to stay a while,
A while and a half,

You love him,
He loves you,
You trust him,
He will stay true.