I am the problem

by kaylajoyx3   Dec 6, 2009


Death is blooming like flowers along the highway
There is no solution to say
I guess this is the way it's gotta be
chasing death like a cat that can't see
I'm passing the answer, but there is no exit
I'm stuck this way forever
with no way to mend it
strolling along on autopilot
car crashes every time I throw a fit
When I say I'd die for you
The opposite is true too
You're worth living for
The solution can't be within me, the solution is so, so much more
My voice of reason sounds louder than I can speak
This time, I'll mumble as I let fate run it's course as I fall to my feet

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