I drive myself down this rode 
While thoughts of you drive me insane 
Going on and on, continuous pain 
Holding on and on by this frail chain 
Blurs and smears are all that remain 
I can’t do this anymore 
This link will break and I will fall 
But you wouldn’t care 

This rusted chain does not cut you 
These wounded arms can not touch you 
Blurs and smears 
Through all these tears 
To think you were mine for the past three years 
To comfort you and take all your fears 

Now you leave me driving away 
Not worrying about dying today 
If I did things would be too easy 
So this is what you want from me 
A heart, a mind, some jealousy 
Well you have it now so take it away 
And on this rode is where I’ll stay