I took off my seatbelt when I was heading towards the highway.

I thought to myself,

The only way I can die without being selfish if it's in someone else's say.

So here I go on this hour in mid may,

Where I see railroad lights flash,

And thought today was the day.

As I was the first car with the paintjob of raincloud gray,

I pressed down on the gas pedal,

with a smile full of grace,

The train let's out the horn,

There was no turning back no,

It is now too late.

The moment before the train gave my the death date,

I let go of the wheel,

And felt the warmth and happiness

Of finally being okay.