Racing Cars (Inspired by the Hunchback Of Notre Dame)
Here I stand,
a hallow, blank silhouette.
Here I stand,
a montage of loneliness and regret.
Here I stand,
a painting with no color, easy to forget.
Here I stand,
a story that hasn't even happened yet.
Here I stand,
my life is a slowly burning cigarette.
I have the heart of a gypsy.
My home is the road, I take no love with me.
My heart is a box of freedom and scars.
It was sad, it was happy, beautiful but empty,
living among fast racing cars.
I was free but still imprisoned.
The road was cold but still enchanted.
A cliché but done my own way.
I may stop but my heart will never stay.
I have the heart of a gypsy.
My home is the road, I take no love with me.
My heart is a box of freedom and scars.
It was sad, it was happy, beautiful but empty,
living among fast racing cars.