Otherwise (Live in Studio)

Two Separate roads under a black sky,
Whichever way I choose, I see my own demise,
Well right here I stand, trying to think things through,
Never knew what a nightmare was until all my dreams came true,
Inkless pens, Broken Strings,
Dried up paint, angel wings,
Don't know what it's worth til there's a price,
Well-
Don't you tell me otherwise, don't you tell me otherwise,
Whichever way I choose, I see my own demise,
Don't you tell me otherwise, don't you tell me otherwise,
Whichever way I choose, I see my own demise,

So I wandered down the path less ventured by most,
The only object in my way is this holy ghost,
These problems that I kept inside, started eating me alive,
Got the passion, lack the drive,
Another death that I've defied.

Don't you tell me otherwise, don't you tell me otherwise,
Whichever way I choose, I see my own demise,
Don't you tell me otherwise, don't you tell me otherwise,
Whichever way I go, I see my own demise,

Well I fell down when I caught you and I searched for some reasons,
Found peace in my seasons,
And left you with nothing new.
Watch your eyes, girl,
Now hear your ears,
Don't you try cuz the less it will become clear.
Otherwise...

Two Separate roads under a black sky,
Whichever way I choose, I see my own demise,
So right here I stand, trying to think things through,
Never knew what a nightmare was until all my dreams came true.