Laying on my bed
Staring at the large ceiling
I don’t know what’s wrong
But I have a feeling
No one knows my struggles
No one know my pain
All people can think about
Is personal gain
Wanting to run
But not knowing where to hide
Only thing I think of
Is going outside
Getting in my car
With the radio on
I do believe
That I am way too far gone
A Jeep cuts me off
But it doesn’t matter
I press the gas
And make both our cars shatter

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