Testo Destitute Road

Southbound going nowhere
No need to rush, no destination
Oncoming traffic tempting
Perhaps this is how I'll die

Clear the mind of all the troubles
Yelling where nobody can hear
This seems way too familiar I broke down like this last year

Where's the caring that you said you'll do
Quitting on me when I needed you most
I hate you and I hate us
When I die, don't raise a fuss

Blame yourself for all of this
All you need to do is listen
Listen with half a heart to me
Instead you want to fight, fuck off

I don't need tension in my life
I have enough already
Needing a place to goStuck out on my own
So here I am with you, but alone