God, please help me.
I'm drowning in my sorrow...

Leaning against the cold metallic door,
She collapses to the floor...

The road opens its welcoming arms to me.
It invites me to pursue my journey...

Up until now,
I have lived a life of complete misery...

She laces her shoes, as she heads out the door.
Ajusting the volume of the music...

As the wind speaks to you,
Try to focus on its colors...

I try to sit still,
But I can still feel...

You could look at her
And never really see...

My heart cries its guilty song, shamed.
Pleading with my head, it weeps...

Burnt remains of pictures surround me;
Seperated from the past, torn...

The highway tries to take them alive.
Prisoners of their vehicule, they watch the horror...