I walk down a street not known by many
For here is a place where the street lamps aren\'t lit
The light seemingly in the distance only grows further
It seems as though each time I land on this road a new crack has emerged
The attempts to patch the broken promises and rage that constantly rack my soul prove useless
You left me here to fight for myself
Others drive by to offer refuge from that damaged street
As we drive the light almost clings to my grasp
Until the inevitable crash which leaves glass shards throughout my body
The blood washes off and the pain subsides
However the scars you left me never seem to fade
For I still walk this lonely street
Should I keep hanging on?
Will I make up for the lost sleep?
Does this pursuit for peace have a finish line?
Each ride, each scar, each crack in the road
They all offer resources to create the armor of my own making
The armor in which I hide my emotions
By the time my armor is complete, it is too late
The wounds you have inflicted have sliced me to the core
Leaving me bruised and unrecognizable
Now I fight for myself
My pursuit for another escape has ceased
Now I let the cars pass by
I walk down a street not known by many
For here is a place where the street lamps aren\'t lit
The light seemingly in the distance only grows further
It seems as though each time I land on this road a new crack has emerged
The attempts to patch the broken promises and rage that constantly rack my soul prove useless
You left me here to fight for myself