Rights, Lefts And Wrongs...

If I chose to walk the left fork
And left you behind,
Then I'd rather be wrong,
And embark upon the right path.

It is within our rights
To love, I guess.
We left loneliness behind,
And entered a wrongful liaison.

If we once did wronged Fate,
And left each other behind,
Then let us be caught forever,
Torn apart, broken.
Coldness that once seemed right,
The little passion that is left.

I'm utterly confused
Spiralling in circles.
Breaking the cycle.
Please escape me, Lone Ranger.
Thou my wrongful lover,
For far too long.