I sit back with some lack. Losing track, don't need to pack. I'm ready to go, ready to go solo. I'm in need to be alone, **** getting close. Tell me I'm something, the put blades in my back and tell others I  was nothing.
I'm a ******* isolate because I'm losing my manners. I guess I've got to high of standards.
I feel like just packing up to hut the road. But my beat up truck won't go to far. I can barely afford to keep it running, thanks karma for making me feel like nothing