Step on the gas pedal
Let it go fast
 My minds going dull
Lungs are aching
Heartbreaks are what break me
It's too late
I need to stop faking
I am not fine
I'm not okay
My sadness
Never really went away
I dodge the trees
But if by chance
I hit and crash
I'll be gone in a flash
I'm pathetically aching
For the blood to spill
I wish
Craving my last kill

The End

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