Driving home,
The streets are all empty..
The moon shines high in the sky..
Feeling all alone,
Thinking of all the friends I left behind..
Never bin so great full for the ones I still have..
The night, so dark, calmness, so beautiful…
When I get home,
And look into the mirror,
I wonder what I have become..
I look at that I have become..
Empty streets, with only me on it..
Like no one can come close to me..
Looking at the ground,
And all I see, are broken peaces of glass..
Lying at the side of the road..
The streets seem endless,
And all I can hear is my own breath..
When I get home,
And look into the mirror..
I wonder what I have become,
I look at what I have become..
Unwontedly sober, I keep on driving..
The road I drive everyday..
No fear of darkness,
Only afraid to be alone again..
Memories come to mind,
As I drive that endless road..
When I get home,
And look at the mirror..
I wonder what I have become..
I look at what I have become..
And what I have become,
Is all thanks to you..
When I look into the mirror,
I see what I have become..
When I get home,
And look into the mirror,
I wonder what I have become,
I look at what I have become..
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Written by Crow.
02- 06- 07