Driving down this road again, 

I think and think about tomorrow. 

Waiting patiently to see the signs, 

To make it seem

Like I can stay alive. 

The innocence that I once knew 

Has been forever owned by you. 

When will I take the time 

To change and try to 

To make this world look less strange to me? 



I'm trying to make this world 

Look less strange to me. 

Turn around and see no evil as she walks away from me.



Closing eyes and losing hope, 

I stretch my arms out towards the rope.

Leaving behind the problems I knew 

To well in my 

So weakened state of mind. 

Just then a hand pulled me aside, 

Told me not to run and hide 

When will I take the time 

To change and try to 

To make this world look less strange to?