The Highway of Life


Sometimes I fall between the lines

And I ask myself why I'm here this time

Everybody is going ninety down the highway,

And I'm stuck on the side, wondering why, 

I was never able to hitch a ride


Though perhaps I did hitch a ride in the end

The reflection in the mirror is a stranger to true friends

Shattered glass, splintering down

Finally the real me can come out




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