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Driving

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By Elexsis VandelPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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I'm driving in a car with the radio blaring

My wheels squeel but there's no one there for staring

I have hopes tonight I won't make it to bed

I'm hoping to shatter the windshield with my head

Because when I got in this car I knew there was no destination

I'm riding away from my problems with horrible desperation

Because every time I speak up I'm talking to loud

I'm told to shut up, stand tall, look proud

But what am I proud of when I can't get a job

I've been struggling with money, had my innocence robbed

So I hit the gas

In hopes this will pass

Because when I turn the wheel and wreck this machine

Maybe someone will take the time to realize this mess was me.

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