If I tried to steal an expensive car
I would not get very far
I wouldn't be able
To work the controls
To drive the fast car
Like a man playing his guitar
If I tried to run away
I would not get far
Even if I fled by car
The unknown driver taking me
Somewhere mysterious and faraway
Somewhere happier to stay
But I am not in that expensive car
I shall never get far
Even if I tried to fake it
Even if I tried to make it
My own destiny in this lifetime
My own destiny written by the stars
I have to face my inner demons
Not run away in a fast car
To a place empty of emotions
A destination that is atrocious
A destination that is deadend
Where there is only pretend
Because I have to be a passenger
Not be the clueless driver:
Not crash and burn
With no where to go
With no where to escape
Losing control of the steering wheel
Because that expensive car
I never need break into and steal
My broken and lonely heart
To mend and finally heal
My emotive mind to always feel
And love I never need take or steal
And I used to run away:
That didn't definitely work
Even when I did search
But now there is some scope
As I sit a comfortable passenger
In a car going to a place called hope
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