The Ride

I'm on a train
Ive been riding for months
and don't wanna stop
until he said you have to get off

Why i ask
there was no reply
just get off so others can enjoy the ride

i want to get back on
but i have to be clam
i cant let my pain show for all to see

i cant believe that this train had gotten sick of me
i had a ticket
i paid the price
now I'm here with no one by my side

Am i crazy to think that i was to ride this thing
for all of time
this train was my life
the tracks were my way to escape

how could this be
the train was sick of me

I sat there waiting for it to come my way again
and all it did was pass me by
i yell
i scream
hoping that it will hear me

The train has moved on to bigger and better things
now i walk with no one beside me
i have to chose a road in which i have to travel
theres no one here to see my struggle and fear

Dint you understand
my life was on that train
and now the train has left me here