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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