I find it hard to hide it my pride is no longer inside. It's on my sleeve my skin will scream, reminding me of who I killed inside my dreams. I hate this car that I'm driving there's no hiding from me.
I'm forced to deal with what I feel, there is no distraction to mask what is real. I could pull the steering wheel. :3
I have these thoughts So often I ought To replace that slot With what I once bought 'Cause somebody stole My car radio And now I just sit in silence
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