The music won't go up an louder
I can feel the base flow through my veins
Momentarily taking loneliness' place
Songs about suicides
Songs about pain
All speaking to me in different ways
I'm suicidal I know that know
I can see myself dying
In the car that I'm driving
Flying around a curve at a hundred miles an hour
But instead of turning I let go of the wheel
Rolling through the air
Smashing into trees
Headfirst into traffic
The Grim Reaper coming and scraping me off the road
Is it wrong for me to say
That each time I go around that curve
The steering wheel screams to escape from my hands
I almost let go
Feeling there's nothing to live for
I'm empty and alone
Forsaken and bruised
Broken and used
But your face flashes through my thoughts
And I grip the steering wheel tight
My vehicle isn't meant for flight
And it's not gonna fly today
I'll go on living
Afraid of myself
Seeing my death in everything
How I could die by anything I see
My apathy toward living
Is really scaring me
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