It's funny how I turn a corner
The same way I turn a page
At breakneck speeds
Where the signs, like words, are all a blur

This place is a foreign land
But my blisters are now my passport
I ask only that you stand aside
And let me face it on my own

It's as scathing as a bitter stare
But I will endure this endless reproach  
I ask only that you stand aside
And remember me for how I was before