'growing up' 'mistakes' 'individuality'
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Interstate Vision
Driving by orange jumpsuits on the highway
You’ll smile at me and I’ll look away
You take my right hand, your left one’s on the wheel
Teetering on the edge, knuckles white
Mind racing, why am I here? spiraling
What can I hold? Or what can hold me?
How can it all somehow turn out right?
We could've been an artist!
Sorry for my yelling,
Please excuse my outburst,
but it seems that you have lead us down this road.
It was art!
Bullet to the head
Face is tired, numb, and red
The words you just have said
Can't fix the wounds that have bled
From a long time ago
Reasons to get upset
The tears in which I have wept
This isn’t what I imagined
What could I have done differently
More importantly
What did I do wrong
I know that you love me
I’m blind to that I don’t recognize
It shows in your anger
So young, so nieve
I learned so much, you lost so much
Being with you changed me
Learning from your mistakes
I walk my own path
