Confession

On a freeway
Driving on
Headlight is off
I don’t care who is in front
Running away from myself
In search of someone else
Yesterday has gone
Now it’s like a stone
I have to drag it all along


Facing the truth
Nowhere to run
Trying to soak
Soak in the stare
Trying to fake to please them all
Can you hear me?
Cobain
I’m a fake after all

Thankful to my God
I don’t believe in
For all that I have
And all that I’ll get
Never complained
About my state
Maybe I’m too spineless
To change it all
Or too tired
To fight my way
Through these pages
Telling the same old song


Dreams doesn’t matter
Reality is that black hole
Now I’m just a packaged one
Would you buy me?
And take me home
Can you afford?
The truth, of who I’m