Life is a One Way road. Everyone telling you what to do, what to think. Leaving your live stuck in the dark. But when you lose the last shred of dignity, all worries fade away, don't let people control the way you think. Being told what to do, only having time for common since. The rollerblades make you glide like your flyin, they make everything seem slow. Guitar humming the note of my choice, I'm in control at last. In control at, last
Live is a one way road
