I sit here with my arm around the air

Still crying because there is now one their

In to my little world I flea

As everyone laughs at me

It's so hard to be noble

Walking alone trying not to stumble

I think I'll run away

Jump in my car and let the radio play

Don't know which way

I will end up on lives high way

Something not right

I can taste it in the air tonight

you turn out the light

you give up the fight

To many times rhymes of hate becomes the fate of rhymes

Driving the wrong way

away from the light

hard to tell the right

From the black light