Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway
Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way
Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing
It brings me down, but I won't let them
If I seem bleak
Well you'd be correct
And if I don't speak
It's cause I can't disconnect
But I won't be
burned by the reflection
Of the fire in your eyes
As you're staring at the sun
When I ran I didn't feel I could runaway
When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away
There's more to living than only surviving
Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying
Though you hear me
I don't think that you relate
My will is something
That you can't confiscate
So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated
By destruction in your eyes
As you're staring at the sun
and.....
Lost in the whirlwind, 96 Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, doing 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind -- look for me
(looping over and over and over again)
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I know Nietzsche doesnt rhyme with peachy, but you sound like a pretentious prick when you correct me.
Last edited by Sho Nuff; 12-16-2003 at 01:06 PM..
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