As the break lights slowly descend
And inevitably turn the corner
I go back to the realistic
I know those lights will come back
...
Death dwindles behind
You turn your narrow shoulders
Your cold eyes are stone
...
i dont want this to be a memory
emotionally cut the emotionally scarred
...
Disgusting looks to the one you applauded
To whose opinions and ways you nodded
...
On the curb
With the common scold
Ive got no one left
and my heart is cold
...