Driving down this road again,
I think and think about tomorrow.
Waiting patiently to see the signs,

To make it seem
Like I can stay alive.
The innocence that I once knew
Has been forever owned by you.
When will I take the time
To change and try to
To make this world look less strange to me?

I'm trying to make this world
Look less strange to me.
Turn around and see no evil as she walks away from me.

Closing eyes and losing hope,
I stretch my arms out towards the rope.
Leaving behind the problems I knew
To well in my
So weakened state of mind.
Just then a hand pulled me aside,
Told me not to run and hide
When will I take the time
To change and try to
To make this world look less strange to?