I drive

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