When I drive
I feel sympathy
For something,
anything
nothing.
When I drive I'm going somewhere Where? Nowhere.
And I get to hide
Hide a lot
Hide what?
Hide.
Hide myself from what is real
Hide myself from the pain I feel
Drive along these empty roads
Am I out of the woods
Or still a empty soul?
It's funny how I thought the people
Who cared never showed.
They pat my head and push me away
And I feel stupid, very so, so.
They only wanted me to stay
For there own works and fame
It hurt to know I was the one
Being tossed in the crazy games
It hurt
But I've moved on.
Would you still see what I'm trying to hold?
In the dark absence of these empty roads
I couldn't see it with my own two eyes
I couldn't feel it, whatever it is I'm trying to
hide.
I guess that's what makes it worth the drive.
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