Blinding my path to this road I'm on.
Scared that my life will end any minute,not knowing whats in
front of me.
This road I travel it's a thick gray mist,my eyes are filled
with heavy clouds.
Danger lurking all around,do I cry or do I not?
Do I be strong or do I not,for my mind is a mess?
I can't tell where this road starts or ends my life is in the hands
of this car I drive.
Do I stop or do I keep going I'm scared to drive father for this
fog that blinds my way.
