I’m trying, I really am.
Trying to get out of this endless road, that only leads me to no where.
I drive alone and scared.
Not knowing where I’m going or what you’re thinking… They both result me being lost.
Trying to look for a way back, trying to remember how I got here…
How did you find your way?
How was it so easy for you to get off this path?
But it is about me. And I need to do this for myself.
I’ll keep going on this path, until someone finds me.