I'm on the bus
It's friday morning
It's a sunny weday
And I am really mourning
I'm looking out the window
To see a jet is in the sky with
My headphones on listen to my music
With thoughts going through my mind
Trying to figure out who I really am and my Emotions are going locomotive with all the Things and lines with fines of my past Making a drastic path back to me at last That tries to mask everything I tried to do But can't describe the pain and suffer with The rain and buffer I go through
