The clouds block the sun, and I have no where else left to run

This city, these people, will never know the real me.

These memories take control of my mind, dating back to that one night where I lost my mind.

My love, my true love has been washed away.

In this town of forgotten dreams and hopes.

Who is to blame but myself, traveling in the dark searching for a way to see her again.

Tears start to fall, blood soaks the floor, as my demons beg for more.

This isn't me, I'm no ******, or at least I wasn't meant to be.

My dear friend owns a motel down the street, but we both have hidden undiscovered secrets.

His smile could lit up New York City, before his doubt pulls at his lost strings.

But I love him anyway, do I?

Or do I just force myself to love to see if I could love another?

Who will ever know the answers to these lingering questions in my mind.

We kiss, and he eats the pain away. Or do I just believe that so I can soon feel empty inside.

Motels and taxi cabs, what's so special about this place anyway?

Let's travel and fly away, until our bones turn to grey and fade away.

Bodies are left to rot at the bottom of the park, buried and locked away.

Take my brain and rip it apart, throw it away in the parking lot.

Behind the motel, the motel is home.

My new resting zone.