Not Alright

by Peter Williams   Sep 19, 2005


Turn the lights on,
Foot on the gas,
True love gone,
When my fist broke that glass.
Driving in the night,
So much on my mind,
With no hope in sight,
As I leave you behind.
Through the thickest fog,
And the cold rain,
In the blackest smog,
My death will be in vain.
The music is in my head,
There is one thing in my soul,
My heart will beat when I'm dead,
And where it remained there will be a hole.
Driving on a road,
A road that I once walked,
For this ode,
That we never talked.
Looking back,
I saw you in my review mirror,
It all went black,
Before it got any clearer.
The faster I go,
The faster the memories fade,
A "yes" turns to a "no",
Would it have been better if I stayed?
Growing up,
It hurts more than I would think,
My coffee cup,
It's all that I like to drink.
The road turns,
Then it bends,
The scars and burns,
And false amends.
I'll just keep on driving,
Into the night,
Don't wait for my arriving,
Because I'm not alright.

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