Living life in the fast lane
Going fast as possible
To win the race
Never coming down from that speed
Slow is never an acception
Slow is only a snails pace
Slow is something I used to travel
But being pulled in for the speed
Never caring who I run over
Crying for help while racing the fastest
No on can hear the cries over the tires to the fastness of my life
Living it up is what I was told
Crying myself to sleep
Is not my idea of living it up in the fast lane
Everything a blur
No direction
No brakes
That's when I crash
And realize the slow lane is better than the fast where I could die
