I'm sitting in the car. Engine running with songs crying with me. I sing the blues in a realization of this agony. I want to pour it down my system till the chills go away. Start off with a better day. How does one good man face something like this? The simpler times run through my head and I begin to truly miss. I'm a go on, time to prove them wrong. I'm not letting myself go, I'm a restart and take it slow. I've got this, I've got my strength. Not living in regret, I'm a start myself all over.