Thoughts racing she's not sure what to say.
Waking up each morning, spontaneous everyday.
She looks for happiness, in the worst places.
Lives on each day, not remembering any faces.
Once she's up, it a rap, she's off to the races.
Birds she adores, she's always wanting more.
Even when she's all worn out, and all sore.
Roads are her motivation, yeah it lowers all her frustration.
High hopes, are her salvation.
With every might, she holds onto concentration.
Oh hell with this petty *** nation,
nothing about her is rationed.
Just let her travel, and drop her off at the nearest train station.
(est.j.r.e.)