I'm On A Train Bound For Nowhere

Out the window, I stare

On a train bound for nowhere,

Trying to figure out why I was so scared

To entertain the notion that I loved you,

And that perhaps you loved me, too.

I tried to kill the pain by having a few drinks,

But I am still somewhat sober,

And my life still stinks.

This could be a poem or a song.

But what's the difference?

Cause my life's turned out all wrong.