Life in the fast lane,
I can’t even explain
All this remorse
Plotting my course.
It’s a constant pain
With nothing to gain
But miles on the clock,
Unable to stop.
It’s a crying shame
Drowning once again.
It’s one last shot
But the chaser is hot
And it burns my brain
As it waxes and wanes.
Tilting to the front
Fueling my want
And the flame.
Both are the same.
No distinction between
Me and this dream
While my legs are lame
Just shoot me…
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