I lay in bed
Laying low is my head
As I fantasize of the end
Of my life and the road
With bumps of heavy load
The words won't stop coming to me
They shout discouragements towards the key
To my soul that is already sad and yelling "please"
To stop the abuse but I can't
and I won't because it's too late for that
And I take one more look at
The old photographs of my family smiling at
Their little girl who used to be okay
But now she is so young yet she knows her hair will turn gray
From all of the weight that will lay
Across her already weak dossier
Of lies and betrayal
She gives up and goes away
Isn't that what everybody wanted anyway?

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