Driving, slap me
This is how I feel
Conjested traffic stuck between christian's and catholic's
Alike is nobody,
we share alike nothing
except these single file line's
we are stuck through
Made to converse silently
but with madness
Merging into closed zipper's
Panick attack, get me out of here
Driving, slap me
this is how I feel
In a herd, where i am nobody
Stop signs, traffic signals
There controling me
It's maddness out here
Alone with nobody
cigarettse and coffee
chain smoking
Break lights
Blinkers
No ending
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